Collected written works | Gary Marx
Fruit stands in October
Corn stands gray in fields as the dust of distant tractors rises in an orange October sky.
The fruit of fall spills to the road from seasonal sheds. Gourds and squash are piled on tables with onions and turnips and dry colored corn. And on shelves and bales of straw are jars of honey and preserves, and bags of late apples, too.
These sheds lie dormant most of the year, but in October they crack back their hinges and prop open their shutters, and suddenly they have eyes. Like gaping holes cut into great squat pumpkins. And they can see, once again, another autumn come and go.
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