Wednesday, September 17, 2008

harvest home

It must be the fat curves in 2008

that inspire this belly of harvest

that hangs like whole notes along a musical staff

that rivals ADM and Monsanto

that invites me to fill the cracked jug

that seeps empty, fills and seeps again

while moments blow away from us

turning the rose dawn into

lavender moon, March into September.


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