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September 11, 2024
White Pumpkins
A dumb supper
for Samhain, my birthday.
Black tablecloths, white pumpkins
a river of sorrows
in my kitchen.
I invite my friends
that passed this year.
In the silence
I may hear then whisper,
"We are not gone,
just away."
"It is not cruel to say,
we will meet again,
as dust on white pumpkins."
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Prompt: white pumpkins
The Cook's Tarot--20--Judgement---move forward into a state of grace
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