Newly-elected waves thanksto passersby on the town commonwhere some trees are shornof leaves entirely and othershold fast against inevitabilityThere’s a rhythm to his wavingrespondents honking on the off-beatand I’m late for work againcaught up in the possibilityof meeting a partner for promenadeLike those leaves twirling in timethose waves with closed fingersturn left smile right wave againI’d rather do-si-do than goholding fast to the hope of fall
#5 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!