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