Suddenly

A dizzyhead spring noon, chased
into the blue glass
hexagons
of my window
exhaled
her cute little
sorrows
:
suddenly
:
the lake road wore
an ochre-red
poncho, frayed
at the ends and
going-with-the-wind, oh but
pretty, and it smelled
of giggles or
petrichor
!

(where did the fall leaves go?
 where did the fall leaves go?)

^_^