in my mind, i am mountainside pakistan
i am morningview and bigass sky
and wide shoulder breath
to see all of all in one pair of eyes

this is the first autumn

a pocket of leaves
and daisy. the afternoon
broadens out, wide in my hallway,
i remember the feeling in my feet
when everything was new
the look of night on our faces
and on the walls
this is the first autumn

overlook on a new home

i've still got new york city on my breath
heavy coal on my lower lip
slack-jawed
i get it now,
i've seen it