soft.fall

the grapefruit ice you stir
upon the delta breeze
while summer lost
the spark

calm down you need not
rush


the leaves to turn and

softly fall upon the crossing

walk


time to sit and talk


all the cell phones gone and what a world
would be. what a world

once

was and how we got along you

fingered my blouse i cried to think so

soon you would be

gone