Memphis Fall
October comes without a leaf
turned, green from river bluffs
to suburbs oozing east,
magnolia blooms’
pale, transitory flesh as fierce
in holding on against
the day’s diminishing
as ours, as sure
to fail. A momentary stay
and wind will rise, night fall
across the cobblestones,
the mannered lawns
of cul-de-sacs, on parking lots
and malls, fall equally
on columned porticos
and concrete steps,
playgrounds and cemetery rows
where homeless sleep
beneath magnolia scented
evening air.
Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/v7/bio/bob-watts?s=46ebe92960f7bf9b0ebd823dc4b2237e
[2] https://www.ablemuse.com/v7/poetry/bob-watts/remnants-nature-our-lives?s=46ebe92960f7bf9b0ebd823dc4b2237e