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Autumn Impressions IIIAutumn Impressions
Walking to the drugstore in the rain
As worms wiggle past and streetlights blink:
"Do not walk."
I'm warmed by two things
Hot cider in my stomach and your arms around my waist.
Violent yellow fungus
Thrusts its way outward from the tree trunk.
I see girls come and throw rocks at it.
John's voice reading The Raven by a campfire.
Embers flavor the s'mores as smoke clings
To sweatshirts and woolen socks.
A glittery shooting star
The science building is a haunted house.
Your kisses are Sunday afternoon post roast
Sweet and strong.
While driving down a country road:
To the left I see a man painting his mailbox.
Oh look! "Pumpkins for Sale."
Bright colored wig and painted smile.
I'll have you know
This isn't me.
Halloween morning brings rain;
A crow sits atop the steeple,
Uttering humorous, soggy cackles.
It's a crisp, frosty ap
Lewis and ClarkLewis and Clark
As we stood overlooking the great Pacific
I cannot deny the incredible sadness that I felt.
For months we had journeyed,
For months we had trodden and suffered and
And suddenly we had reached the unarguable end.
The breakers crashed and roared,
While smaller, smoother waves tumbled harmlessly onto the white sand.
Salt wind, tears in our eyes, oh
The sight of a storm out at sea.
Camp that night was silent as death,
For, now that we had done what we came to do
What was left?
We would return the way we came,
Through a fresh young land, but no longer a virgin one.
We had crossed one infinity and reached another,
But that infinity was not ours.
The next morning, we shouldered our belongings
And turned our back on the Pacific.
My greatest fear
Was that, returning, I might discover my own bootprints
In the dust, returning to the ocean.
The Fella: A Halloween TaleOne All-Hallow's-Eve so dreary, I did homework, bored and weary,
Over many a heavy volume of biology and lore
While I studied, still and sleepy, I felt a presence, close and creepy
As if someone had come to greet me, greet me sitting at my chore
"'Tis just a dream," I muttered, "So sleepy and about to snore
Only this and nothing more."
But a devil-beast appearing in my work soon interfering,
Straight it wheeled my desk chair in front of laptop and Explorer
Then upon the cushion sinking, Fe'la betook himself to linking
Webpage unto webpage, winking as he led me to procrastination's door
Will this fiend so costumed leave me study anymore?
Quoth the Fella, "Nevermore."
That Demon Fella, never jaunting, still is haunting, still is haunting,
On the closed lid of the laptop that is sitting on my floor;
And his eyes they are compelling me to never sleep, impelling
And my desk-light o'er him felling, as I browse through dA's store
And my soul from out that website tha
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