[ 9 /22 / 25 – first day of Fall]
the renovations continue on their own schedule
sitting on the back porch, listening to rain
light dappled by an increasingly distant sun
salvation is a blanket of fallen leaves
and sleep after another summer
Dante would have left out of the final draft
9.
The city’s precursor to an invading army rolls
each morning on the wharf, six vehicles deep
armed with guns and garbage trucks
10.
that first hint of an aubergine sunset
we are awash with signs and signals
11.
this change in season, the baptism
of autumn air
we find ourselves exhaustedly resplendent
1.
moonset and sunrise:
the morning cut-like
down the middle, torn
the way seasons in transition
tear apart tired blankets
4.
the river is glass and silk
I dream of mountains
5.
I don’t recognize my reflection
in that certain light
