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My Harvest Queen

Updated: Nov 9



My Harvest Queen shuffles next to me

Pulled through the fall sunshine by my insistence

Annoyed with this forced march through harsh conditions

63 degrees, light breeze


My Harvest Queen with furrowed brow

Reluctant beauty amongst the green golds and reds of the foliage

Oblivious to the multi-colored graffiti that squawks harshly

From its defacement at the foot of the bridge


My Harvest Queen scowls at the swirl of leaves

They have failed to hold on

While she clings tenaciously to her existence

A deadly grip on life


My Harvest Queen dwarfed by looming steel and concrete

But I know that which is stronger

Her heat heart hunger

To remain


My Harvest Queen



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