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This poem celebrates the beauty and fullness of late October, when the sun is still high and the woods are ablaze with color, despite knowing that winter is approaching. It encourages the reader to enjoy the present moment of the season in its prime by slipping into something light and dancing while their bones are still able to work.

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This poem celebrates the beauty and fullness of late October, when the sun is still high and the woods are ablaze with color, despite knowing that winter is approaching. It encourages the reader to enjoy the present moment of the season in its prime by slipping into something light and dancing while their bones are still able to work.

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BY B AR B AR A CR O OKER

Maybe night is about to come


calling, but right now
the sun is still high in the sky.
It's half-past October, the woods
are on fire, blue skies stretch
all the way to heaven. Of course,
we know that winter is coming, its thin
winding sheets and its hard narrow bed.
But right now, the season's fermented
to fullness, so slip into something
light, like your skeleton; while these old
bones are still working, my darling,
let's dance.

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