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October 17 [Book of October]

October 17

The morning moon, bright with wanting to stay,
On one side of the sky. On the other

The horizon whitens ahead of the sun.
Directly above, darkness. A few stars.

Only the middle of their journey visible.

Fall enters my heart. Camelback crickets
Finding their way into an old house

Still busking their song so well after its season.