Choir

 

leaning on a rake

raking autumn
leaves out on the front lawn,
i’ve got a good pile going and
being about half way done
i pause,
lean on my rake
and take in the scene.

someone is burning wood in their fireplace
the sun is descending. so so the air is getting crisp

and then:
a wave of nostalgia
and it is a wave because it breaks over me.

and yet i’ve never raked autumn leaves
on any front lawn,
smelling the smell of wood burning
and the chill in the air making my breath visible.

so maybe nostalgia doesn’t have anything to do
with memory
and everything to do
with desire.

autumnal