apres midi

your body full of such beautiful, but
you are away. I count
four states and many rivers between
us. You said you would be two
weeks. It is a month. The
hummingbirds have left here to
fly to you. In their place is only wind.
Brown leaves swirl in the corners outside the
house. They anticipate the snow. Please,

fly back before autumn is over and we have
not walked through the park on the way
to quiet banks.

ds