Peter Kruse Poetry
Monday, December 3, 2012
Lonely Winery
A weathered farmer in Missoula, Montana
Is hand-picking wine grapes
In late October
As the auburn sun, with only subtle traces
Of the hot summer months
Is retreating from
What will slowly become
November
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