Falling down,
crunchy brown
puddles of arboreal drool,
swaying and lurching
limbs in limbo
Lines
for writing
for parking
I am ruled by lines.
College-ruled.
Micro
like a bonsai
manicured to a T…
toe’s pedicure.
Tethered -
that one embarrassing
string of spit,
that too-long strand of vermicelli,
that invisible spider web
that clings
tenaciously
to autumn’s last
falling fruit.