Summer Sijo 3

September shoulders in       bringing with him cloud-shine, shiver; the last waves of summer       raise their humming weight against the dark. Autumn is an infant: make new room, it says, for me in your

Baggage

lugged, tugged, hauled, wheeled out of the office of Psychiatrist So-and-So and onto conveyor belts attached by air to flight, time, destination always arrives later than usual in the decade and doesn’t