Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Close-In
The leaf blowers start.
Smell of gas fills the air.
Mounds begin to form.
There’s stragglers.
Spots of yellow and orange
Upon lawns watered
To a suspended green
During the black and white
Months Of summer.
A few flattened in driveways
By the press of a cold front
Still moist.
Only in this moment
Dead streets are art.
A Subaru passes.
Kids, mom, phone
Rearrange the gallery
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This time the words and photo are symbiotic. Well done.
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This is great! I can see it all and hear the sounds!
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Beautiful images!
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From the moment I saw the autumn colored leaves on the wet pavement I felt a breath of fall. Wonderful images in your poetry.
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Your poem is beautiful, love the photography!
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Amazing pic – love the word imagery, too.
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Nice piece! ♥
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Swoosh, I Love it, as the Subaru passes, rearranging the gallery…. the imaginary is superb…
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And it is a spectacular gallery!
I feel like I could follow the yellow bricked road. 🙂
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Fine poem/fine photo.
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Beautiful.
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Great pic, Elan–reminds me of kindergarten when we preserved an autumn leaf by pressing (read: ironing) it between two sheets of wax paper. My favorite lines: “A few flattened in driveways / By the press of a cold front.” Since I associate the word “press” with ironing, the COLD front was a nice twist. Effective visual in the closing stanza, too. I could “see” the Subaru blowing by and “rearranging the gallery.” 🙂
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Beauty defined is the point where reality and impression collide. Where neither is right or wrong, organic or avant garde. What we see when the world is art and art is the world, eh? The music of the seasons.
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Paints the picture, well done!
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“Dead streets are art” – so lovely! Great poem! I don’t think id want to walk down the street in the picture, like ruining freshly fallen snow!
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Sweet, street collage. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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Good poem!
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