I did not forget
nor did I lose myself
in remembering, Hallow's Eve
and all the memories by which we once
swore. It's Autumn, and the trees are wavering
as the sky darkens.

"Here come the rain."
The downpour put out
my foolishness, a fire's longing.


The embers' may be quenched yet
the ashes of nostalgia still yearn,
X marks the spot where love burned.

Daffodil binoculars cup
the crispy
yellow rice.
                 Twice,
candles pencil
my jars
into receipts.

Mats burn crystal windows
that the wind will eat.

Greener flowers
          that jump
     and book
the sky
will swim towards being.
A crescendo

stuck within the tube
seeding the bird feed.

Twisted water
gives labels
                           of light

Black          Flat

Swaying walls take flight:

Stone upon Stone upon Stone
Trees

never seen to dance dance
till quarter to me
Yesterday still

it seems