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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Paul Doty


November On My Back

November on my back, a wet coat to be sure, clothes for raking up the leaves brown maples left like candy wrappers, I'd throw the job to other family but my sons are perennials in a distant April, and live with their mother in the Boston boiled New Hampshire. It's a plate I know well having shoveled it down at their age, but in a solitary mock farming of cold weather yard work (a solitude to be sloughed) I think about how it might of have been different had they this place these seasons with the nearby Adirondacks for a fatherly furrowed brow, farm girls for loves, and the Grasse River for weaving mischief.