-Closures and beginnings-

It's Autumn, the back

door to November, and it clings

like the maple leaf at its weary fist.

I’m not expecting anything, but
simply considering what I want to do

won’t get it done,

and getting it done won't make it right.

I'm gathering information

from the wake of what's been left behind.

It's Autumn, the back

door to November, where

it's in the flotsam, the stories are found.

November 1, 2012