It's here again. That minutest click
of one dry leaf against another and another in the wind,
meaning summer, in case you hadn't noticed, is gone.
No other time of year
makes that exact, almost watery sound
of discreet
dry things together.
It's impossible to concentrate
on making money.
Are the trees louder? Or does everything else shut up
to listen.
Half of one...
No, everything else shuts up.
2.
Fall is all interval,
like an open vein.
Leaves, you will be the end of me.
Leaves, stop it.
3.
Autumn is, at once,
murderer, mourner, and mortician.
4.
I set before myself
the problem of the leaves.
I'm at a loss to solve it.
I got over my father. Then
comes along Time.
I concede.
6.
Autumn is a global franchise
and corporate affiliate
of Time.
Again and again, I concede.
7.