Outside or in? Your choice.

Fall is working on its

courage. A grand

entrance? Maybe

later; today it tiptoes.

I’d love the chance to feel the breeze.

Our table has been

shaded some hours by

now, but summer still

clings to its surface.

Seems brighter than usual.

Youth is tugging at you

again. The locust’s leaves sway, not

quite managing a rustle. They’re almost

the same size as the nortriptyline—

That tree will be stunning in a month.

same color, too. Soon

the leaves will be

yellow like the cheese crumbs

on the plate, but the pills will stay green.