Fall Poem

She - was walking down the street,
she looked like a latte, I swear to you God,
she vogues down the street,
its fall, trees looks complicated.

Her foot met the edge of something new.
She lookd up. Ah, young pluck, thought I, away, in a tree. O, sure of foot.


I swung down. I saw her. Saw her bending on one knee. She undoes the lace of her heart. A day like today.

“Come in” I heard her say.