BUZZ AN INTERCOM

As if the leaves
were on fire
they will fall
before the deep freeze
warm jackets
and scratch off tickets
occupy cold hands
forward, the endless walk
warm socks for winter sands
Cell phones keep an eye
capturing what an eagle
would feast upon
that same finger would
buzz an intercom
for coffee or tea
just before three,
for a friendly visit,
yes,
that would be me.