Autumn's escape

Autumn's escape

 

 

the insignificant other

dwells in a land of make-believe

of potent potables

of an inquiring mind

as to why the distance matters

or why the matter between is so distant

 

the insignificant other

surmises goodbye

before the note on the kitchen table is left

the finality of the turn of the key

sounds of leaving

 

a symphony of white noise

a fading into the sunset

a setting of our sun

 

i am the man in the moon

now,

watching others

still trying to shed light

 

on the turned leaves 

of us.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/11/17

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

This is an old autumn where the leaves faded into the cold of winter. These lines are superb making me feel the coming cold.

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Al.
j.