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RIPENING by Duncan Sprattmoran Crimson chronicles pumpkins yellow flecked in green fields Seeds swell, skin hardens, tender toughens The microcephalic sunflower no longer lifts its seedy face, droops now above rattling beans. Yellow jackets, drunk among windfall apples, droning in a stew or bruises, confuse me: the barely audible babble of beating wings, the murmer of melancholy voices, the moment remembered as it occurs. |
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