October, unexpected (1993)

I know there are things which
I have not touched upon which
I keep strangled in the deep.
I know this.

I know that I may never touch
upon these fault lines never touch
these choking precious yokes.
I know this.

The highways lined with beauty,
the yards aglow with fire burning leaves
morning warmth that calls the calls of
birds, unexpected

I know there are images I've
never imagined, elusive and refined,
beautiful and sad, which -
I know this.

I know that I may never brush
the dust away to see the
picture clear.
I know this.

Mortuary spectrum, short-lived and dying,
the yards aglow with leaves, burning hues
mourning warmth that calls the falls
of autumn, always unexpected

October is the simplest month,
the beauty of life
the fall of death