a moment ago
i glanced out the window
and counted exactly eleven
bright orange leaves
on one otherwise green tree
at the edge of my yard
it is too early for this!
i thought
as i slumped down onto the carpet
should i take out my sweaters?
should i buy school supplies?
isn't summer supposed to be endless?
i shook my fist at this tree
for being the bearer
of such disappointing news
ah, the passage of time
i thought to myself
it's colors are beautiful
but it makes me weep
