Autumn Eve

Asthmatic wind
On the loose skin
Of an aged neck
On this monochrome
Day of
Abandoned things
Crying out
For Touching

As
Nude stone girls
Blithely
Frolic
In stagnant
Grey water.

Like tumbleweeds
Crenellated newspapers
Flounder in
Yesterday's
Urgencies
Down lonely, sodden
Streets.

While threadbare
Tabby slithers
Between
The remnant chassis.

This cloak of endings
Enfolds in
Dank dusk
Ease
Soft
In want
Of peopled
Dreams.