Autumn Leaves

She smells of autumn leaves Like packed earth and promises Left in the tepid sun to dry Driven by the possibility of more As if eternity were tomorrow And she was born yesterday But life is just afternoon shadows Made up of what she cannot have Indian summer and daydreams The memory of consequence Tucked … Continue reading Autumn Leaves

Driving Blind

Normally I am as road-oriented as possible when I’m in the car. My eyes are on traffic patterns, traffic signals, other vehicles, and the glory that is the asphalt itself. But this morning, for some reason, on my commute to work, I started people-watching. I doubt I’ll do that again. Now, I understand that there … Continue reading Driving Blind