The End of Summer (I)

Soon Autumn 

will be here
with it's dusty
and driving breeze.

Autumn will hold your hand
when you run
to the train station
every morning
jagged with purpose
like it was
famous for 15 seconds.


Soon Autumn will be here
and on the road again
with leaves dangling
in the middle
of your garden
like a radiogram
of a old film.

Summer will be
dangling from a distance
just slightly out of reach
almost like a party
you had not been invited to
before the cold weather comes,

leaving,

leaving,

you wondering
had it gone
before it had
really started
turning back
to the small ads.