Excerpt from Virbius (vii)

Summer purple vestments powered thru October air
ribbons which swayed for a new noodle of teaming wind
so let leaves descend
   so let the little men meet in
their sweltering rooms of dark oak & mahogany
swollen to hold their heads.

This evolving of crisp November air swirls leaves for our
thoughts like tall structures under atmospheric pressures,
swayed by the increasing knots and solitary in my window

I open a screen and lean my nose to the first
scents of this winter which we know might come
and never end
   as cities empty from the once temperate,
for equatorial migration
   will this permafrost suspend
or send me finally beyond the strings which no sisters
could yet cut.