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Quince pâté

when october hung them in the branches,
bulging chinese lanterns, it was time: we
picked quinces, lugged them by the basket
yellow into the kitchen

under the water. apple and pear ripened
to their names, to a simple sweetness -
different to the quince on its tree in
the farthest corner

of my alphabet, in the latin of the garden,
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