Harvest Moon
Horse-chestnuts cannot be restored
back to the bonny dew of birth
and it matters, despite their coming year on year.
They are the real jewels, bullets and shells,
in the gun-popped air.
They remind us
there is nothing like the present,
and no way to re-capture it.
Reap the lot and leave her lonely,
but don’t think
your headlights
will startle forever.
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