Autumn Town

Autumn town: a scent of smoke and dread beginnings

cool breeze comes: barren where I stand

silence: cleansing and haunting

Shiny jet plows the dusk cloudfield

watching the patterned sky – like an old friend

cool breeze chases the leaves away

wander the empty roadside, shiver and remember

of school, and childhood’s cruel tricks

a breath unmasked by fall chill

the colors here appear as gray; the dying season still

my every return renews, draws me closers

leave, but silence takes my scream