trying to find the right rocks for big jumps, series of skids, huge plops, and then the perfect throw.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Temporary
The pumpkin has been gnawed on,
the brilliant red is now rusty,
and the silver oak stands completely naked.
Two days ago, this is what was,
but now the wind is howling,
the leaves are plastered to the ground,
as Ohio returns to its November self.
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