Overcast Fall Day
a tired god
in a yellow crown
yawns over
the sidewalk
I wait for my breath to catch
worrying about money
understanding, as I grow older
the real cost of everything
is time
Puddles glisten by the curb
Collecting leaves
In the ripples
the full moon appears
The rain gently disturbs the pattern
while the wind scribbles
over a plastic bag
I am elsewhere
Not quite here
Where you are
Awash in the ethers
Where thoughts and prayers
Must go
The moon keeps its ledger
The rain erases each mark
I walk—
breath beside breath
carrying nothing
until even nothing
is enough
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