as i move the rotting jack-o-lantern
away off the porch
i find a sleepy november bee
moving too slow to care
whose life has long turned to sap
the legs pose one final time
all the eyes close at once
and dream again
of the speed of spring
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as i move the rotting jack-o-lantern
away off the porch
i find a sleepy november bee
moving too slow to care
whose life has long turned to sap
the legs pose one final time
all the eyes close at once
and dream again
of the speed of spring