MARC FRAZIER, AUTHOR
MARC FRAZIER, AUTHOR

October in a Farmhouse

 

 

Hues of orange splinter at your feet.

The wheat has been sown.

The wheat has been reaped.

 

I have tethered myself to you—a golden sheaf.

Your eyes mount me like a monarch,

pin me to decision.

 

I feel this tugging to be rooted,

a tremor in my skeleton,

scraping on my spine,

 

an ebbing and a

flowing, heavy grapes

upon a vine.

 

 

 

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