an ode to autumn, the changing leaves
an ode to scarves, a wool knit breeze
to smoking on curbs, to knocking knees
to kicking off shoes, and laying in sheets.
an ode to autumn, the changing times,
a clock set backwards, an alarm that rhymes.
to calling you first, and calling you mine,
to the top of the sixth, the first of it's kind.
an ode to autumn, i miss you already,
an ode to autumn, you held the sun steady,
glasses drank to the bottom, we stand, we're sweaty,
an ode to autumn, not sure i was ready.
an ode to autumn, gone as fast as it came,
nothing like seasons, nothing like change,
i'll cry, while you stand far out of frame,
peering out the rearview, blink and change lanes.
Feral in the barrel 