Farewell, October
porch steps are lined
with disfigured pumpkins
triangular eye sockets
waxy oxygen ablaze
some weigh more than
the children who picked them
some of the children
dance, dressed just like them
so all things embrace orange
fruit, sun, leaf, power
clouds, candy, and teeth
the fingers with which I type
and all of the doorbells
glow ferociously orange
on crystal suburban doors
on tenebrous tenement walls
glowing for years, for eons
without a single flicker
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