Dogs 2012

NOVEMBER RENAISSANCE
(11/2/12)


this
is my favorite
month

at this
latitude
the leaves
are turning
by the 1st

by the 30th
the trees
are bare
and all
but the evergreens
appear dead
and desiccated

the green
canopy
has fallen
away
and the sky
seems
much closer

I feel
more a part
of the cosmos
and less that
of the spring
and summer society
of gentle breeze
sophisticates
to which
I have never
belonged
anyway

let
the coming
winter winds
howl
and drive
them all
indoors

I'll stay
out here

alone
for the most
part

a bunch
of dead leaves
blow up
against
my feet

I bend down
and gather
as many
as possible

straighten

then
rub them
in my face
enjoying
the smell
and texture
of their death

I see
people
looking at me
from the safety
of their cars

pointing

shaking heads

not
to worry

I will
be rubbing
them
in my face
soon enough