October

pumpkin

(Image taken from here)

I walk along the bank
of Tumble Creek,
meditating.

No, I really
should be honest.
I’m just wandering about,

stopping to look
at whatever interests me—
which can be

meditation, especially
if one’s heart
rests in the chest

heavy, round, settled,
like a pumpkin
in a silent field.

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