arethinn | autumnvent #24

Mist, Fence, and Trees, Tyler, TX by JamesWatkins

All Souls’ over, the roast seeds eaten, I set
on a backporch post our sculpted pumpkin
under the weather, warm still for November.
Night and day it gapes in at us
through the kitchen window, going soft
in the head. Sleepwalker-slow, a black rash of ants
harrows this hollow globe, munching
the pale peach flesh, sucking its seasoned
last juices dry.

--from "Totem" by Eamon Grennan

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