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November Field

Hunkered

Sullen, the rejects

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Summer's eager swelling,

Fall's bright, ripe globes

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Fading, deflating in the wan

angled sun

Not even food

For birds gone south

Or corn-feasted deer and coon

Wormfood, plowmash, tractor-squash

Unpicked, untricked, untreated

Never to be pie

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Unjack o'lanterned

Nothing lonesomer than

November's pumpkins


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