Monday, October 17, 2005

earth note 38

first cold rain reached in this morning
soggy black windowsill
a clear message
seamless cover unassuming
for each

sunlight shifting
way out
strung behind the gray
thick deep brown maples
a few leaves hanging on
looking east their final days

isolated patch of green grass
cold puddle
clean blanket
drowning out the options
nowhere to run

--- e b bortz