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