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Minnesota Harvest (fragment)
🕑 Added 2020-04-08 17:57:08 +0000 UTCMinnesota Harvest
A languish harvest
Hath fallen upon us
Just the way August promised.
Vanquished. Tarnished.
These pleased with the feast
Disbelief in the beast
Language is dishonest
Blissfully, blissfully.
Follow the golden light
It rests along the eve of night
flat and pristine
A desperate, dying dream.
Wistfully, wistfully
The last fruits of autumn, fallen.
Suspended upon water's auburn.
Clinging martyr's solemn
like mad to glass
Singing silent prayers
for what does not last.
-mmd
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Photographed by Scott Stillman in Minneapolis 3/19
