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The last daylily, by the looks of it, has wept itself to sleep                    Given everything,I hate to watch it go: Corn—ears, stalks, shocks—all’s blitzed into    litter        la- la- la-         last hurrah,season’s bon vivant of its own mauling     I’m no better—dispatching three lambs into scraps         and tossing salt (non-vivant) on their petal-soft     peltsnow dog robs mound for hocknow geese drain down to feed on the least grains of corn spilledon the kill floor the   of all of Autumn—  this made bed            needs someone (rural savant)     to lieThe forest, by the looks of it, has amortized Its stiffs wag toe tagsOn the third day the geese (honky, itinerant, why shouldn’t they?)ascend into                        elsewhere [End Page 155]

Julia Shipley

Julia Shipley is the author of three chapbooks, including First Do No Harm (Honeybee Press, 2014). Her work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Field, Green Mountains Review, Poetry, and North American Review. She lives in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom.

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Additional Information

ISSN
2325-730X
Print ISSN
1046-3348
Pages
p. 155
Launched on MUSE
2015-03-28
Open Access
No
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