Poem for the End of October
trees unravel like soft sweaters
jack o’ lanterns hunker on every porch
the black wings of crows harvest the moon




Poem for the End of October
trees unravel like soft sweaters
jack o’ lanterns hunker on every porch
the black wings of crows harvest the moon








In the Heaven of Animals, I hope you’re chasing rabbits and rats, sleeping on the big bed, eating your fill of yum yums, and getting belly rubs from God. RIP, Mo-minator.