the fall
and there is a storm
tall and wide, the planes still go
and the wind is a tool
but the trees are not moving

the sky
red
is moving away
it moves perfectly

it is pouring

the sky says so
and the mists are deep
like the old summer's heat
and there are stones in the soup
just the way that I like

the fall
and there is a storm
and it tells me
where to go

like a preening gull
stood upon the water
or the climbing grace
of the college towers

seeing the fall
and the sky