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October Fantasy

by Mary Brunini McArdle

Frost covered the pumpkin patch last night.
The lumpy spheres glittered in the morning sun
Like fine, embellished ornaments. But no, that is
A clumsy comparison; October’s far too early
For Christmas decorations.

Kneel for a better look and you’ll see curled
Brown leaves like wheels, but very old.
Low to the ground a door opens with a touch,
Revealing two seats facing forward,
Vacant and beginning to decay.

And on the floor lies a minuscule shoe,
With pointed toe and slender heel;
The tarnished sequins scattered and
Leaving empty spaces.

Copyright © 2012 by Mary Brunini McArdle

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