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I compose

poems with a fly

on my head

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parking lots

packed with

pumpkins

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in the moonlight

giant sunflowers

bow

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bats and black cats

September’s not

even over

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we don’t go

up alone in the barn

at night

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out past

the train yards

horses whinny

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equinox

the jasmine blooms

again for the roses

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we leave

and some spiders

leave with us

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