you're late, birds
today's November and i see you
glittering in naked trees
you're beautiful anyway
i'm glad you stuck around
construction in Oakland
i can see the cranes, but
it's getting cold to build
anyway, i prefer these old roofs
or even clouds
church-ways i always shake hands
with Ronald from Kenya, who came
Pittsburgh to learn but deferred
to feed young Emmanuel and Wema:
he's very busy, like Mr. Weiss
who drove from Missouri
to Tulsa for university
instead he's feeding Audra
we're all still fairly young
but fall is a restless time
smelling of liquor, cigarettes
governors and famous in our sights
we plod the Autumn trudgemills
late against an early harvest
and dinner with unexpected family
Nov '09
I'm not from Arkansas. :-p
ReplyDeleteOtherwise a good poem. Fall is indeed a restless time.