Mascot
From the wet leaves I coaxed a large being
mound-shaped, not breathing but quite alive
Inside of this creature, dirt and the beginnings
of mud
He coughed leaves all over me
as I reached into him
I disassembled him with gusto
and put his pieces into a tall paper leaf bag
bearing pictures of red and oranges leaves
The empty patio stayed shadowed with dampness
A few stones remained
The night came earlier than ever
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