I can smell you
everywhere.

one block,

 no headphones and
susurration of crickets
somewhere
in a distance.

my stomach rushes.
it’s night, in shorts.

i’m nowhere near to
getting there
but it’s August
and I’m alone.
that’s a step,
I think.
being alone and
dropping the quarter
without notice
cuz I have a pocket full.

I think,
you have a pocket full
of quarters and you’re alone.
that’s really something
to have kept the townhome
also.

it’s the end of August,
8:42 pm, 81 degrees
but dropping.

“Fall”