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Issue # 3 January 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

John A. Mills

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Last Fruits

The leaves are falling
This November day
Awashed in the cold sunlight.
The tomatillos are at last bursting their husks:
Just two -- destined for salsa;
Many more hard under their husks,
Doomed to end life there.
Two green Yellow tomatoes,
Green for weeks and weeks,
Never to ripened,
Are now helped by a brown paper bag.
Last Fruits holding on
In soil carpeted
With dry leaves, brown and orange
The remnants of Summer time --
The Last Harvest