October the Day
By John Timpane
October, the day,
brimmed over with dusk burdens,
haze weighted the light . . . he
walked the road with us, ran a
head of us (as usual)
so far that the end
of day intervened, filled
the gap, rendered him
a silhouette of dusk . . . first
I thought, We're losing him but
I made a mistake
I made a mistake . . . it was
he who was losing
us, leaving us in twilight
as he moved on towards dawn
John Timpane is an Inquirer staff writer and editor. This poem, reprinted by permission of the author, appears in the chapbook "Burning Bush," published in November by Judith Fitzgerald Presents (www.judithfitzgeraldpresents.com).
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