Among the millions|
soft in the heat,
stand by windows sealed shut.
Over the dark buildings, such rare
In an autumn field
flat on her back,
great-bellied harvest moon
beaming down the way one had done
palmed at each side, a heavy gourd
full of next spring's curled vines,
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Richard Magahiz.