Autumn Allemande

Newly-elected waves thanks
to passersby on the town common
where some trees are shorn
of leaves entirely and others
hold fast against inevitability

There’s a rhythm to his waving
respondents honking on the off-beat
and I’m late for work again
caught up in the possibility
of meeting a partner for promenade

Like those leaves twirling in time
those waves with closed fingers
turn left smile right wave again
I’d rather do-si-do than go
holding fast to the hope of fall