1 26 2025

Autumn naturally lingers beyond

crisp leaves clustered beneath the naked shrubs.

We are falling into a denouement.

It is easy to pretend away fall. 

Is honesty a mistake, dependent 

on its recipient? Truth, a bother.

Leave others in their own lanes and move on.

Imperfection, source of celebration.

Is unscrubbed detritus still marginal?

I rest my brief case here in situ.