Monday, October 30, 2017

Forge It Yourself

My last night on earth,
We drank beers and ate pizza
By the pergola.

We talked about food,
Good fortune, and land reform.
We talked nonsense, health and death.

We had been carving pumpkins
And they glowed, round as our heads,
Coppered in the fairy lights.

The daughters played in the house,
Drawing characters
And cutting them out.

It was a gentle evening.
We forged it ourselves.

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