An early morning, late summer chill.
The autumn mind wanders.
Blankets and sweaters.
Football and fuel.
A feeling that there is work to be done.
Something to prepare for.
Genetic memories.
Hibernation.
The autumn mind wanders.
Computer screens.
Television.
War and election.
Pencils. Hoer frost.
Dew.
The autumn mind wanders.
Leaves in the street.
Lovemaking under down blankets.
Giggles.
Chocolate & wine.
The autumn mind wanders.
Cigarettes and café tables.
Dogs and plastic forks.
What was, is again.
Time passes.
The autumn mind wanders while all are asleep.
It anticipates the screams of alarm clocks.
It sees age spots in the morning mirror.
The autumn mind flies at sixty-thousand feet.
Gets lost in the clouds.
Chases the sun’s yellow reflection on the surface of the sea.
The autumn mind is stranded on an island.
Imprisoned with a stranger, lost with a friend.
The autumn mind is watercolor, vision and madness.
The loss of an ear.
The slow drip of candle wax.
The autumn mind is awakened by a change in the wind,
Then passes with the arrival of snow.

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