The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
The Pumpkin Tide
By Richard Brautigan
I saw thousands of pumpkins last night
come floating in on the tide,
bumping up against the rocks and
rolling up on the beaches;
it must be Halloween in the sea.
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