Holiday Leftovers
by Diane Webster

Jack o’ lanterns finally tired
enough to lie down within
their own smiling selves
like the inflatable Santas
and snowmen of Christmas --
an airless heap like crayons
melted under another August sun
while discarded beer cans
roll around in just-got-married
emptiness in confetti littered
gutter swept circular clean
by street sweeper clouded
over by holiday leftovers.

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