Be Patient: a Eulogy of Fall.

Be patient. Fall does not start for another few weeks.

Be patient. Wrap your arms around something real.

Be patient. The light is turned on in the bedroom.

Why are you that way? I tried to call at the end of the

freeway,

to peer down into it.

I tried to speak of the heart that brings in reason.

I do not speak at the end of it.

The blue car zooms on the freeway.

I can't see you, can't hear you-the radio is turned way up high.

These tears run dry.

I am wearing a pair of blue jeans.

They were on sale.

Be patient. My dreams are safe for now.