Song of Fall


As a honeydew was born

 To cultivating hands

He pushed through vine

In a well rooted stance.



Unfolded Earthen Fabric

Swelling till he dropped,

Nearly bursting with seed

Rolling fruitless down hill

To patches                                                         Barren

                                                     Where baptized beliefs

      Now bloom seedless

          In bourn.

Bare he lies to a swarm of bees

Who bite clear through rind

To hollow the sweet,

And leave rot to mind.

Earthen fabric folds




Toil on the plain

Earn the debt to whom

The melon in fall

Must hallow the womb


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