The leaves are turning
into fast fashion,
sacrificing timelessness
for the down and dirty
of existential angst.
Can nothing be gleaned
from the chic ways
of French women,
lithe in spite of their
butter and heavy cream?
Recall, My Mighty Oak,
you are only the quality
of your closet, now lying
in tatters at the dark
outgrowth of your roots.
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Kelly Moyer is an award-winning poet and fiber artist, who pursues her muse through the cobbled streets of New Orleans’s French Quarter. When not writing or weaving, she is likely to be found wandering the mountains of North Carolina, where she resides with her partner and two philosopher kittens, Simone and Jean-Paul. Hushpuppy, her collection of short-form poetry, was recently released by Nun Prophet Press.