Let us break the grapefruit and open the windows

Let the shy and uneasy stars come in.

At the impulse of an apple drowned in caramel

sticking to my fingers

I find myself drifting to pumpkin-heavy illusions

Thoughts come thick and dripping

As dry combs dipped in rich honey—

Waiting for the pages to unfold in swaths of smoke

Many small orange angels start their journeys

When the crackling light of the woods

Sleeps in the dust of crickets.

I get to thinking we should take a road trip

Flickering cold water makes me want to jump in

I want to swim in the bone cold water of lakes

Turn around and see the bees dancing before hibernation.

Hold me up on wings of friendship

Now is now and leave me where I am with my campfire eyes

What better revival than to listen to the flute song

Of light drifting in and out of scarlet leaves.

Everything sighs.