fall 2005

pre-text: for two significant beings in my life...who up and left...without giving me a chance to say a real goodbye.

muse: pk and bambi


Fall doesn’t come till late September
The leaves are still green
And the sun is shining in its brightest glory
One last stretch for the summer
But you left early.

Fall doesn’t come till late September
No tinge of yellow yet.
No crunching of dried up leaves.
And no last goodbye.
You left.