Thursday, November 14, 2013

Immigration Reform


November is a necromancer: each year he conjures a perennial haunting

He sends October's spectres to pluck the apple-red,
Valencia-orange, lemon-yellow leaves off the trees

Then he beseeches the buried dead to
corral the indigenous fallen close to their roots

Finally he summons Jack Frost, a foreigner with a heart as cold as ice,
to blow the colorful natives westward along a trail of rain, sleet, and snow