september night, october morning
She buys Sensodyne for my sensitive
teeth and a new blue toothbrush
because my old one was used
to clean crud from beneath
her son’s dirty fingernails…
At night we crack windows open
just enough to taste autumn,
just enough for the room to
grow cold for our bodies
to become one in sleep.
And in the morning
we begin the day
by making love.
Afterwards we talk
about life before
eating breakfast
around one pm.
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autumn blues
i don’t require much—
just the occasional poem,
maybe just a bird or two,
perhaps most definitely you,
but it isn’t easy for me
when it all leaves.
and if i had to pick
only one to keep,
it’d be simple,
it’d be you.
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somewhere in a dream
It is mid-October, another brisk
morning. Outside smells of
decaying leaves. December’s
icy fingers tighten around your
throat. Your breath dances in
white porch light. Unseen cars
are heard on distant highways.
And you taste dying chimney
smoke from neighbors’ homes.
You remember your childhood
years, reminiscing all the good
times with friends you no longer
see—raking leaves and jumping
into giant piles, carving pumpkins,
trick-or-treating, runny noses, horror
movies, and school breaks.
You dream of some place you
can all be together that isn’t
somewhere in a dream.
But then your kids call your name.
You’re thirty minutes late to work,
and still standing on your porch.
Rusty Truck 