Harvest Heat
by Joanne Faries
burning leaf memory
inhaled, nose tingled
deep in my blood,
smoke oozed from pores
seeped into hair
airy ash wisps encircled my head
erie figures drifted in haze
rakes in hand swooshed
crimson, orange, yellow leaves
southwestern fall
air-conditioner whir at six
wheezes until midnight
dollars fly about the room
distills humidity, cools tepid air
I sweat
grass crunches
wind chimes silent
slack flag droops oppressed
scurry indoors
soul compresses
yearn for fire reds, golden hues
drab leaves herald October
pumpkins will explode
melt into pumpkin pie
not glow with Halloween candles
Your fall is definitely a lot different from the cool, crisp fall of Ohio!
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