a half frozen pond . tells the duck, it’s almost time . to be moving on
waves are reactions to an outside force, the lake does not create them
like a switch was thrown . the chilly november sky . left fall for winter
next year at this time the trees and the water still won’t set their clocks back
autumn colors burn hottest in the week before we set our clocks back
to live in today is to understand the path is just the journey
through the fence, they bloom tiny flowers facing out toward the unknown
all the things to see when sitting beside the road as time passes by
the spider’s worry is only to spin the web not what it will catch
nothing else settles in the imagination like an autumn fog
uptown jack 