The Air Was Cooler Tonight.
A Sign Of Autumn Approaching.
It Felt Like She Was A Girl On A Bus,
Just A Few Stops From Here,
Gathering Up Her Things.
A Bag Of Long Shadows,
A Purse Bursting With Her Relucant Sunrise.
I Was Filling A Glass With Water In The Kitchen
When It Flickered Across The Window
Like A Frantically Blinking Eyelid.
Then On The Other Side Of That Glass,
I Stood On The Grass
As It Circled Again And Again.
A Neat Bow Tie
Turning Knots Of It-‘s Own
In The Air Above My Head.
It Could Even Have Been A Single Bow
From The Tail Of A Shadowy Kite.
Or Even The Kite Itself,
Flown By An Ant -— Standing At My Feet
On The Path -— Tethered To It-‘s Tiny Grip
By A Silvery Strand Of Spider-‘s Silk