rosy for harvest
the corn lifting her brow
woken to see, to please

interior pearls
of vegetal readying
silver to sunny yellow

the wind caught her silk
like paper, billowing husk
parched with radiance

cerulean burning
alive, by chattering birds
the reaper turning

against the blinding
day, a farmer is shaded
black bladed in gold

knowledge of dual-
lit flicker, the letting heart
the heartless taking

aroma of apples
as if autumn could visit
the island of gods

on rolling tropic
whiter sky and violet flight
they fall to the light

for all of the past
a year, the gravelling ground
a measured after

verdant and weeping
sweep the coconut trees, stray
air from everywhere

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