By Thomas Page
The pumpkin blossom
Hangs over the planter’s wall;
Yellow umbrella
Candy-scented breath
And cocoa mustaches tell
Of autumn’s splendor
As the air chills now
And the sun sets more often
The birds will leave town
A lone arrow soars
Over a battlefield; who
Struck decides the war
Standing, waiting; hand
Open to passers-by; “Could
You donate today?”
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