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I was taken into November

 

could feel the force of the turning

 

must have been

they could see

some kind of help required

 

pages just to

custodial for attitude

as if to tend

trill harvest

pumpkins

where the rocket blew

 

legions charcoal anvil armed

 

roll over more snooze

 

wet mown and give a shake

wakened to the where of am

dress for any season

 

well in by now

month of myself

none counting days

 

guess weather

clocks got away

 

I was too many down

in the last shower

wool pulled over too

hills ran

and I along

not a cloud was lonely

 

a forest in the vanishing

and had to steady head

still do

 

collecting the sun

where it falls