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october poem



love rises like a waning crescent
moon at five percent of full,
night light to a limping male
plumed for fall and hungry
as the dark inside his eyes.

he feeds on circumstance,
just barely off the rocks with
water diamonds caped across
his back. bee-yellow beak
occluding air for corn which
spills below my seeded hand,

it taps the ground. it is a code
for calling geese ashore amidst
the orange rise and spew of steel
stacks beyond a berm that can`t
contain its toxic harbour slime.

when waves splash through
like unexpected innuendos in a suitor`s
eyes, their unattainable containment
simultaneously crushes hope
to empty sky

and dashes any dream of flight
from cold October winds for
birds in sight and for a love
that bites like hungry beaks
at five percent of full.