Windy and cold - the rain last night cleaned today
an inside one - papers and people - a screen
I also remember a fall -
I’ll take out its paramount colors
& project them on this white word page
add to it different characters
a new collage with a fireplace and screeching wooden stairs
books without alarm clocks or homework to correct
while the still green leaves embrace the air
& the white geranium tolls in the void
upward and elegant its hitching scent
with peaks briefly viewed in-between squared concrete
while cycling black ribbons from here to there
this morning - the power of new life in my hands
tonight – the rest for a worn out day.

*dedicated to Martin John Walker