these rainy nights we contend and pray
the ceiling holds; keep faith in the bones
of this old house, a warm cup of tea,
fighting a cough and a chill -- October
sweeps in riding on a blanket
of multicolor leaves caught
in the process
of falling
Tag Archives: Autumn
Hot Hotel Coffee Invocations
hot hotel coffee and pipe outside on a crisp morning
keeping company with straw and stars and stripe kitsch
the colors of October: a canvas stretching
along the river that frames these days
telling myself it’s a day off, I can breathe a little, drink coffee
going to see old friends soon and buy a few supplies
every waking is a counting and a reckoning of things needed
every waking is a remembering and planning
every waking is a new realization, a different surprise
that I am closer to the currents of things
than the day before
Gone Gone
Old Losantiville, gone gone
under a city of aluminum, steel
LED lights and fake boat whistles
piped through speakers:
leaving, I give myself leave
to remember my geography
my own way