October 1

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A garden-variety massacre:

Powdery blight, tomato
stems felled, liquifying, putrid,
thin and brown, fruits on the ground
in varied states of decay, forests
of mold hairs, copious and fine–

Under gray skies
in sodden soil collapsing
husks returning to whence
they came–

There was a storm
that shook fruits free,
there was hard ground
that split their skins,
there was a rat
that sunk in teeth

and then there were seeds

so many small promises
that even neglected even
laid to waste

nothing is wasted
nothing has gone
not really, not
completely

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