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October and it may have rained



October and it may have rained once or twice but I have been flushed hot in a tee shirt on the Trinidad dock at the blessing of the crab fleet on a Thanksgiving morning We never really know and you wouldn't think it but the rain comes slowly like fog the grayness moving quietly steady a snail fog a slug fog that can't overtake summer all at once. Lingering Summer plays with us, tantalizing and I told you the blackberries are bursting in their desire to be popped into a wet mouth IN OCTOBER Whatever autumn maidens waving orange woven scarves across the face of the moon the bats and owls out and the night grows cool with their enchantment with their taking of the light but the sun stays in the afternoon it stays screaming riotous bright in the midst of its retreat to other parts of other worlds.

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