AFTER BLOOD DRAPES THE TREES

the remaining leaves are mostly bronze
save a handful of yellowing old leather
with brief bursts, the regal mourning
of a woeful loon scatters crows and blue jays

reeds that were green last week are now
brown, except for a band at the waterline
the woods resemble a wet grocery bag

soon, between the end of hunting season
and beginning of snow pack, I will gather
all scab, snakeskin, and wasp wattle paper
discarded before a woman wears red

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