Today I saw a red leaf
calling by the tire of my car;
it had already fallen
I could see the brown creeping up its spine as it struggled to hold the life,
as it slowly exhaled,
I don’t want to talk about
so I’ll talk about how the leaves fall
even when I don’t want them to.
I’ll refer to the layers of sweaters, scarves, and gloves
till all you see is my nose;
I’m still alive under all this.
I’m noticing the air is getting much cooler
and with it,
as well as something somber.
We are all preparing for death,
preparing for something