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Indelible October

Fall 2015 - Vol. 57, No. 4


This poem appears in the Fall 2015 issue of Modern Age. To subscribe now, go here.

My father’s shoulders thrust me to the sky.
“Off to the fruit stalls! Piggy-back for you!”

But I might have to duck: the harvest moon
was bigger than the world and coming close!

“It’s just a pumpkin happy it can sail.”

He told me what I knew. And there I reached
and touched the harvest of the years to come.