| Autumn
By
Vincent J. Tomeo
A pumpkin sky spreads like jelly
Ribbed streams of the sun
Skip between trees like ghosts
Knot holes on stumped trees bend
The forest blunts the wind
Wrinkled toes knees and elbows
swallow the air
Damp leaves struggle
in the skewed light
Turning into a crisp bed of dirt
I don’t smell the leaves
burn.
Published
by Tickled by Thunder in 'The Year's Best
Poetry,' Vol. 10, 2003.
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