In verse: Maine places and people

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Produced by Dennis Camire

This week’s poem is by Jay Franzel. His most recent book is “Walking Track,” published by Moon Pie Press.

 

Autumn, Deer Pond

By Jay Franzel

 

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Still as knots on a fallen log,

Turtles soaking the last September rays.

 

Maples reflected in the shallow water:

When did they turn red?

 

Already stars glow in late afternoon:

November gnawing the ragged light.

 

Six decades pass like a dream.

Woodpecker knocking on a blasted ash.

 

Everything feels the wind.

 

Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu

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