& ALL OF THIS WHILE THINKING OF YOU

& ALL OF THIS WHILE THINKING OF YOU

creaking out w/ the boards,
the floor keeps its promise.

I’m leaning all ways down steps til'
sneakers meet w/ cold autumn stone.

a flash

& then sight w/ adjusted eyes

light, so unnatural; orange gloom hanging
lazy, heavy down from tall bowing lamps,
a dim mist among its list of patrons.

it’s late & people are surely not
just now getting home from work,
but cars are out, on the prowl.

they're scuttling down side streets,
sucking up gravels bits
& spitting them out, looking for
a driveway to call home.

a slim grey cat scampers, eyes closed,
into shadow & stalls.

sometimes the Fall
is all types of fantastic,

a rush,

blush colors
on leaves & on leaving