rearview mirror —
yellowing leaves
and my gray hair

faded recipe . . .
peeling apples
with grandma

Allhallows Eve
the last leaves fall
from the wild grape

fading light
a red rubber ball
on the grate

thorn by thorn
pale moonlight down
a century plant

grandfather’s house . . .
light of the moon
on an unpruned tree

the smile
lost in her wrinkles —
deep autumn

cooler now
street children sniff glue
in the twilight

evening breeze —
hundreds of lamp flames
sway in the temple

autumn wind
         grocery flyers
                              flying