Tuesday, October 29, 2019

harvesting

orange is my world
death surrounds as the leaves fall
yell without a sound

or

used to be alive
produce ripens on the vine
dies in coat and tie

or

fall apart inside
harvest what's left of what i am
autumn of my life




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  1. 7 IslandOctober 31, 2019 at 3:45 AM

    Gourd-geous contrast of the beauties of the harvest with the squashing of the life of summer. ;) I wonder if he has a date with Lucy to await the arrival of The Great Pumpkin?

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    1. jamisonOctober 31, 2019 at 5:05 PM

      i would hope so. he's certain dressed for a hot time on the old town to-night :)

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