past piles of dried out leaves
awaiting curbside municipal pick up,
reminders of autumn splendor
blow across lanes of shoppers' traffic
front yards littered with dead elves
spills of plastic, deflated
waiting for a nighttime oxygen fix,
colorful blobs trying to breathe
splendor of the night, morning blight
these elves, santas and reindeer
describe the season in its plight, so
showy, bright and ultimately false
bloginfo: written in Miami several years ago
blognote: why don't they just keep the fan going during the day?
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