After the Feast

Golden light of late afternoon
Tiny sweet gum seeds raining on the book I’m reading
[When I’m not dozing, anyway]
Nearby, a squirrel gnaws an old bone
Cozy inside my sweatshirt against the slight chill
A pot of turkey bones turning into stock on the stove
Post-harvest November.

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