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MEDITATION IN MID-OCTOBER Barbara Crocker Right now, just the tips of basil have been brushed with frost's black kiss, but it's coming soon, that clear still night when Orion rises over our house and the dew falls in an icy net of stars. On a small farm in Wisconsin, my friend's cancer spreads. Piece by piece they've pruned her body. Now they want to harvest her marrow. They are promising her eternal life. Soon, every blazing leaf will fall to earth, stripping the trees to their black bones. Soon, the only flowers will be the ice roses wind etches on glass in diamonds and scrolls. And if she refuses the surgeons and their dazzling promises? The snow geese know when it is time to go, head south. We hear them pass overhead on starless nights, wedges of bells in the cold thin air. ~Barbara Crooker |
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