revised post

As If We Needed Another

the last thing we need, another autumn to

Pull the plug on summer

Set the stage for winter

Strand seven apples

in a green glass

Bowl on the kitchen table

Goad us

out the back door to

Look up in thrall to sky blue yarn

unspooling to fray at dusk

Flinch at a flurry

of red and yellow hands

that clamor to

Push us to our knees

Hold us down

Weight our lids

          with copper while we

Count backward

lulled by wood smoke

          fleeting color we need like

we need another

goddamn hole in the head like

we need someone to

Come along kicking

through the leaves in search of words with which to

         

Write another poem.