November

Sorrow has a narrow mind
bright as no light and backward
and beyond. My son has learned
to say leaf, and the leaves fall.

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Family

Serial invaders, you come
with only a cent to our name.
Go eat everything somewhere else.
Go be unquiet in your place

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Brooks, brother

I hate to see that evening sun go down.
But look at the moon!
This day seems the worst day of my life; I expect
I am wrong.
As far as I know no one I love has died today,
but there are a few minutes left,
and there’s always tomorrow.
My friend knocks, says, “Come,
look at the moon!”

Man, much has gone
wrong today, but my daughter
is sick and I talked to her on the telephone.
I am warm.
I have food, should I care to eat.
The woman I love loves very far away,
and I think she does not love me.
Look at the moon?
I go out in the cold.
I look at the moon.
It is being
eclipsed. It is blood-red.
I hope to see the sun tomorrow.