The Middle of October
I breathe
Into the slippery moment.
Somebody down the street
Is grilling burgers.
Char and grease
Is plastering the almost autumn air.
Her hair is haunted,
Billowing long, dark,
Medusa-like.
Her lips are redder
Than the dying leaves
About our feet.
She should
Be more,
More than
Enough
And then.
We reach the corner.
A couple of children
Are parading costumes
Early,
Pokémon and some mysterious
Blue blob I’m sure is from
An anime something or other.
Laughing, we stoop
And move the pebbles
From the sidewalk
Underneath the trees
Into their plastic pumpkins.
She's natural,
A spirit charmed
At perfect ease.
She shouldn't make me miss
Your blondish bob
Too short to decorate the breeze.
- 10/20/25
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