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