autumn – other animals

in my throat all the squirrels of autumn

(First published in Under the Basho.)

if there’s no ink in autumn

a mouthful of berries to bed

the wrong way a rope

around both legs

autumn skies just light my list lengthens like smoke

struggling back. In autumn light false starts

half autumn color. Come take my hand in the ghost land and

in autumn dark I’d forgotten how big this bear before dawn

mid-autumn past midnight the train whistle won’t disappear

autumn advice for the son I never had

the colors in a pile
of crushed cars
autumn