fall has danced behind calendar pages
carefully, in
a mood born of december
i follow a trail of crushed soda cans
to
an island in my stream of consciousness
i’m officially as blue as the clear sky above me
the slap of the sun on my cheek brings it all into focus
the pending parties
useless euphemisms
myriad of memories
suddenly, realizing i am the one writing this script
i grab a handful of smiles from my emergency shelf
wrap myself in bubble wrap
and vow to return smiling next
year
happy healthy 2016 writer's cafe!