outside my window

autumn’s soliloquy 

the final act 

wind

leaf mouse leaf mouse

wind 

robin

robin robin robin robin

what are you pecking

magpie

magpie magpie magpie

flight fight

nothing

depends on the grey wheelbarrow 

how sad is that 

 between 

five and seven syllables 

six poets

 cross 

leave your anger

in the ballot box

 old age

my doctors are dead

my teachers are dead

their false lessons proscribed 

deal with it

 windfall

on a flurry of wasps 

and browning leaves

 autumn morning 

ladies with their yoga mats 

glowing along

 two crows

four crows

more crows

 downtown bus

the lad’s romantic bravado

going for a pint

 hospital corridor

all those trolleys going

there and back again 

 no one will know

if this is my last poem

• especially me

 the cat reappears where the cat was