Ode to October
O October it seems even though thee pass capricing
like sometimes wert here
and sometimes octopus of a thing or ocro
or what somehow oakening through- on breezes and
tides and sunlight stir and darkness.
And if thou be something still around I wished to be
the local sight of the moon here or amidst,
and if thou be a mountain I wished it to be this particular
Gangriwal or Mandra or Murba,
and if thou be a tree I wished it to be pear or sweet
lemon fruit that sometimes we buy in the market,
for we love again and again this cheerness in October!.
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