Feeling Orange

This wind is hard enoughto pick a scab and hasa fall habit of killin’ crops.The sky is peeling.Our stalks are empty.Flocks of birds return as remindersthat there is no more our ,and crow shit is on the groundbeneath the open armsof the scarecrow deflatingas its heart blows away.Damn this time of yearis jarring, assaulting the senseswith such orange weatherthat Oranges are referred toas “Red and Yellows”because enough is enough,and even by a different namethis pumpkin looks familiar,this wind is hard enoughto pick a scab and has.