It's Halloween now. The air. The wind.
The moon is Halloween. Water too cold
to undo. Grass brittle and flat, smoothing down
slippery. Leaves stuck. The rake bringing up nothing
but dust. Jealousy. Birds. Beginning sun. Wool dress.
The Italian plum taking a stance. But the apple trees
steady, confident. Life of burnt toast. Mineral water.
Halloween is a month away! How can it have happened?
Empty shoes waiting. Nubby cement. Only steps.
Basalt columns. Just add water. Just add water. Heat.
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