Wednesday, October 1, 2014


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.