In summer, when every single thing
sticks to every other thing,
we lie heavy on threadbare bedclothes.
Through the loose window screen, the first note
of a beautiful breeze carries on it
an iron lullaby, a sleepy, solid embrace.
And behind it, stuck to the back window
of the rearmost car, the fallen leaf,
fall's first casualty.
photograph by flickr user Praveen
