October Sweepings
Thresholds curl into entrances
where damp crows circle.
I can see through the hedge
where the wind is barelegged.
A groundhog carries sparrow bones
from the bare shelves of dawn.
Halloween will be late this year
the dead are still dying.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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