Harvest

Two ripe fools walk on dark leaves in ink of yet an autumn. Red clouds fashioned for October, new bugs braving light let through. One fool turning toward the other, he indeed receiving, turning himself too toward her, to hold her face and, yes, this look locked in her eye, to hold these in his very own as she says, Yes, I hope it snows this year when we’re up at your brother’s.

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Elliott Baer lives in Kansas City, MO.