the
finishing
spirits
come
late
some
flying
down like
white but
silent gulls,
while
others shuffle
in the leaves
spitting and
sucking
the colour
from
pumpkins
then
taking them
into their
world
over the line
By hughena
in the dimensions More
the
finishing
spirits
come
late
some
flying
down like
white but
silent gulls,
while
others shuffle
in the leaves
spitting and
sucking
the colour
from
pumpkins
then
taking them
into their
world