Full Beaver Moon, early November
and the ditch persimmons shine like
orange lanterns above the packs of
coon and opossum, plink and roll
from the curved shell of the armadillo
scenting the sumac leaves, the musky swale.
The bare limbs hold them like small selves:
a million bulging eyed kinkajous
below their curled brown collars.
By Pat Anthony
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Photo by Sergio Delle Vedove