First full moment of October—soft
but adroitly
midtempo waltzing
streetside with little
equanimous Lucy—nosing
among apropos troves
of downed brownish leaves
crunching, free news-
papers crisp and windstrewn and so-on—
with such aplomb
for hidden soft spots
in the sidewalks
on which to whirl
then doubleback and park
and piss quick—
and me there
no socks and sneakers—chilly looking after
her long low
back, as ever—
feeling tickled, but
not laughing.
