my favorite fall
my favorite fall In autumn I saw him Standing on a sidewalk. Street beat shuffle. Where are you going? The sound of words singing; be still. My beating heart. One locked look, and I desired... To say. To be real. To claim. To be claimed. I wanted him to... I have to go away. Do you know? You never leave. My imprinted heart. He smoked cigarettes and told me stories. My silence boiled inside, steaming poetry. Verse about his eyes, earth tone...