Harvest Bonfire

A fleshy, blood-orange
pearl slowly climbs the
inky, billowing curtains                      vanishing apparitions
of a hungry farmer,                              obscure the face     
pseudo-perpetually
receiving its own
lily-white shroud of ash.                          of a full moon  

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