My Autumnal Equinox
I stood an egg up on its end.
I listened to the crickets from the porch.
I grew like a pumpkin in its patch.
I flew to the dark side of the full moon.
I visited my left ventricle and my medulla obbligato
in a minuscule vehicle fashioned from filaments
of gold and mesh of mystery
by the Green Man in our hemlocks.
I pitched (and won!) the 7th game
of the World Series.
I became Henry Kissenger
for Halloween tricks and treats.
I talked to all the Saints
and all the Souls
and was charming and disarming to them all.
I was the first frost on the grass in the back yard.
I was Scooby Doo's balloon in the parade
and the yams at Thanksgiving dinner.
I thought of you
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