october air is thin.
my steps fall heavier.
shadows hang lower
and lower, just over my head.
you can't look them in the face.
they just watch, maybe touch
your hair.  it's hard to tell.


i had a tea party
in a yellow field
full of empty spaces.
the tea got cold
faster than i was 
expecting.  

one by one

i caught those loose

dancing skeleton men

and folded their bones

into the earth

planted roses in the dirt

better a garden

than a graveyard

i don't visit ever

sometimes i pass by

and it surprises me

how it's still alive

untended

how dense the greens

and dark the reds