my friend said:
"today is a full-on autumn day"
winds strong
dry branches and traces of nature
along the streets
no more greens but turning into
deep yellows, shallow oranges and
when staring at one's feet
grass drawing patterns powered by the wind
a dusty dry autumn sepiaish monday
santa winds blow
taste not quite nightmares
not quite good dreams
on one's top layer of skin
electricity in the air
nothing, one hopes
while here a candid photo of my kitchen
where the heart of my little house lives
the heat, the smells, the laboratory
of my daily life
and a smile, most nervous
than candid is that one
another October
monday night
