a single thought sounded to its depth
endless // also truncated
this last warm autumn night
under a full moon
a single thought sounded to its depth
endless // also truncated
this last warm autumn night
under a full moon
that last smooch of warm weather, maybe
the sports books are laying the odds
on how many leaves will remain attached to trees
the rains have been autumnnal, life altering
events. even the backyard mud seems
slightly moisturized for them
one of those commercials aimed at age denying manscapers: and here me, proud of my grays and whites reaching towards the dark hair up top
kept under a hat regardless of the season
knowing there is a kiss waiting for me at home.
the gray world still spins
the grease-coated starling
protests salvation
after the manner of his saviors