In the Fall

This year’s crop did not flower.

It was the lack of rain compounded by severe sunshine.
The scythes curve in waiting, inviting rust and camouflage.

Meanwhile our hands, still in varying stages of growth,
interlock, making a too-small cradle.

After the harvesting of such love,
the heart must lie fallow for three years.

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