An Old Woman’s Dream
She awoke to the noise of glass
Breaking in the dark below
And watched the shades amass
On the ceiling and the window
Panes glow with a light like a spire
Rising in the room and turning.
She rose and opened the curtain;
Up and down the drive, pumpkins burning,
Eyes and teeth pricked out with fire.
In the morning she wasn’t certain.
It was the time of yellow eyes
In purple asters on the hillsides
So many suns in the sky.
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