WHAT STILL LIVES

Pumpkin Fest
Photo by Pavel Chichikov

The farmers’ market, stands are few
Summer to an ending drew—
October sixteenth we are blessed
By what we call the Pumpkin Fest

Farmers’ products, schools and shows
Of enterprise the people chose,
Churches, businesses and arts
Display as warmer time departs

Services and charities
Food from small town entities,
Products of the country folk,
Clothing, textiles God bespoke

Somewhat scarcer may occur
Artisan alpaca fur—
Much provided for nearby
That spirit-blessing may not die

The sort of center there must be
For a live community
Not the single separate cells
In which apart the atom dwells

So remains a little while
Despite the Great Wall of Denial
The closure built for the control
Of what still lives, the human soul