Take off, fly low, go somewhere, anywhere, delivering something good.
Autumn’s burning, smoke in the wind, smells good, the comfort of fire.
Sat outside, breathing clear air, voices on the inside, laughing.
Temperature rising, extending seasons, conceals the snap approaching.
An old song sung with a painted smile, wooden figures, actors in a
play, a sign, stand around dazed, in costume, in shock.
Alone & it’s ok, ring the bell, say, “Yes!”, slip in through the
back door welcomed.
Thee Oh Sees – Gelatinous Cubeh