Mid in November
Footnote to Crowhaven Farm I suppose,
Hope Lang once again under the bricks
under the witchcraft radar
schlepping around to take
the rest of Radiann's persimmons
if there are any, the solar rays
got very strong this year
and zapped and withered
everything and even things
beyond the everything.
The persimmons, all three of them
were tasted by the birds
and rejected so I left
them there too, I left Alex Hay
with his cat Lily on the table
while we talked about
the heaters and how the windows
cannot be cleaned, we discussed
javelina precautions and how charming
the little house is how happy
he is there
and then I sent my husband
to the store for peppers, onions and cream.
I wanted to tell Alex
what happened there in that room,
my sister's last breaths
how my first shriek of grief
left my mouth from his position
against that wall.
I wanted to certainly
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