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Harvest Seam
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108 harvestseam ItwasNovember.Iwasnotalone. Sendmeyourgreen,anendlesspouringname calledfromtheskiesthatstillhadhands,thatcame handedfromcloudsthroughtunnels.Anyseam wasopen,buttheearwasmine,thecrest thatclimbedalongtheseasontill,thegleam thatslitsNovemberanswering,Iheard, withscatteredlips,ineverypore,“Harvest.” “Harvest,”itshattered.“Harvest.Don’tcomein. Reapingonlandcomeson.Nothingcomesin. Stayoutandhardenfallanddeathandkin.” Still,likeamidnight,Iwasnotappalled. Itookthehands,andharvested,andfall, aharvest,keptitsnothingfrommyfall. ...