Caught in
autumnal
incessant
hazey heat
reflections,
the first storm
urges
before it
a windforce-cold
sand-bit feel.
Dearest low
barometric
dive
lifts me
from my seat.
See, there
blown
upon gusts
three turkey vultures
play with it's force,
bringing my eyes
winging
out of my head
so my heart
can watch the leaves
change.
