wrapped tonight in

autumnal luster

vulgar notions of

aging creep ever closer

soft urgent crossings

in the tide below

cars full of waves

wet the road with laughter

imagine the poet

that outruns danger

the glare of the laptop

a green-shaded lamp

books stacked with abandon

daring Sisyphus to climb

the cat’s cry distracts from

a weighty mantle

night bus below

dusts off an urge to travel

the cat pulls himself

into protective sleep

whatever his night fears

the mourning dove’s keep

on the back fire escape

will return him to gentle

whatever his night fears

he’ll reject sentimental

laughter below

is it mad or cruel

the mantle slips from my

shoulders as usual

I write like the tide

it knows no refusal

no excuse

no regret

no answers

no muscle

whatever my fears

I reject sentimental

unwrapped tonight from

autumnal luster

9.28.16

nyc

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Photo: Tim Tapling Autumn [ in one shot ] : Egerton Dock : Birkenhead : Wirral : 26:Oct:2024.