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November Sun by Dale Zieroth

The November sun can’t find its way
to me
It slants around
and dives
into the ground, the white crusty
snow and dirt
It leaps off a house
horizon and pell-mells
in
through the long hall window
but I have already gone It can’t
take me in its arms like a summer sun
It can’t draw me down into the grasses
tossed by the creek
It is fiercely forgetting
where I am, turning its hot face
to the bodies of the South The days
shorten and stall,
everyone piled up in the house
and all our baubles
do not turn the dark around One morning
from under your layers,
brush open the curtain to see
frost works, and far off
the winter sun
Hearts grow stiff here
or die hardy Afternoons spent
catching what you can
on your face At night
never once does the name Canada
appear in your dreams—but the country
is tipping away, pulling
down and you are going with it
November’s sun is cold
and the earth grows colder

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