you are sleeping, or reading, or both.
there is a siren and a dog barking in
the otherwise silent evening air. the
cadence of my breath is my other
autumn solace.



i had a once in a life time and had a once in a life time with her. her once in a life time flow,ered with mine like it does in the movies & a cliche & a sonnet written by some famous something’th century poet. all i know’s that my breath is fresh again.