Rosemary Royston

Fall Eucharist
The sun is on my tongue.
Like a communion wafer
an entire season
disintegrates in my mouth.
Take, eat, this
is my body.

At noon, I will burn.
In the evening, I will shiver.
All the while, it is raining leaves.
This is my blood.
The cock crows three times.
Summer has undressed.
Give thanks for her
as plants wither and fall,

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