Autumnsmr
Everyone else is wrapping up their day, speeding
Off they go indoors, away, and out of the cool dusk, they’re
Swept into dustpans by needs and wants. Hovels, hotels, homes-
Spaces clean or dirty, lit or dark, safe or tenuous, fill the same.
It is not, though, only I who remains, out in summer’s wake-
No, others too delay, share the somber wind, that whirls and whisks
Leaves scratching across the pavement, as the sun dims, descending.
Resting under threat of rain, heavy clouds absorb the summer static,
Autumnal insulation mutes the traffic.
© SXT — 2024