Concert in the park—
did I suddenly land on
Planet of the Young?
Cupped in my still hand,
loosely curling upon itself—
a strand of her hair
Building’s long shadow
darkens a little park’s lawn—
downtown traffic noise
*
Scratching the sidewalk,
a twisted brown fallen leaf
like an old hawk’s claw
Invisible bird
sings peeSOO! peeSOO!
peeSOO!
while the hammers bang
Fall solemnity—
afternoon cup of coffee
under cold grey skies
*
Toward the tall buildings
I walk among tightfaced crowds—
downtown loneliness
Hands jammed in my pants
and dressed like a fallen leaf—
November morning
Gleaming like a grin
among cold unblinking stars—
autumn crescent moon
.
