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

#5 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!