Retail Huitain

This year November felt condensed.
We reset clocks and shared a feast,
digested tallied votes and sensed
a turn to some restraint at least.
Before its end the fall increased
to leaves afire not aflame.
I’m readying to face the beast
of retail that’s December’s frame.

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