September 8*

leaves on cherry tree
hang limp. spent
from hot light,
a season’s work
of crimson swollen fruit
that fueled for a day that
raucous band of gypsy thief crows
now gone, marauding elsewhere
while the gentle deer
nuzzle the sweetening apples,
for their taste
of the hot light
in the coming

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem is included in The View from Lummi Island.

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