- Bands of light illumine the clouds so faint and blurry words cannot paint them.
- When the pickup truck approaches the slender red-white gate lifts.
- A flock of blackbirds flies to another tree, the flock fraying in flight.
- The sound of the train passing blends with the sound of traffic passing, then hoots.
- The ballast makes a clink clink sound.
- On the corner of Gilette Avenue and Railroad street stands a green gothic house that reminds me of fireplaces.
- There are fewer mushrooms than three weeks ago.
- Halloween is near. Decorations lie on peoples’ yards, uninflated; replica spiders, tarantulas, run up trees.
- Palladian windows under vergeboards.
- A bird flies over the rainbow patch far away in the clouds.
- The tiles of the pine cone, resin-sticky and covered in white, spiral towards the bottom.
- Old BMW, form over body, new Jeep, unibody, brittle.
- Sorrow, for speaking that way to her.
- One moves closer and further to different parts of the clouds.
- I have found my last mushrooms of the year.
The Ammonite 