‘October’ by Mary Beth Hines

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October

 

Papery orange

Chinese lanterns blossom—blaze

above cracked asphalt,

 

silver-flecked charcoal

tar spread as far as we two

can see from Goose Hill.

 

Baby’s finger points—

please, to touch, sniff, tongue tender

jack-o’-lantern skin.

 

I brush a veined leaf,

seize and squeeze a stem—a head

lopped off. The child squeals.

 

Hush, I scold, peeling

back four clasped leaves to reveal

the poison berry.

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