Harvesting

In the back yard
this autumn afternoon
it’s just the squirrels
and me.

They’re all busy
opening the sticky packages
our butternut’s hung out
while I am writing poems
on the grass,

both of us scratching away,
making a general mess of things,
and having the time
of our lives.

 

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