september sky (20160920)

out walking
under this late
september sky

promised thunderstorms
never saw a drop of rain
dirty mud drops
spotted the bonnet of the car
where they dried

the air stinks of rain
refusing to fall
and diesel
–petrichor and fuel–
making me remember
autopia and the submarine ride
at disneyland

they don’t
take paper tickets

the blue in the sky
a cobalt strike
like earth when
you take her picture from space
clouds rolling
blisters of grey and
not quite white

i remember autumn
by the smell of leaves
wet sticky ones–all wilted lettuce
and dry ones–crackling thin potato chips

bring on the equinox
i’m ready for a day with
an equal amount of light
and darkness

9 thoughts on “september sky (20160920)”

  1. Beautiful poem. Incidentally, I
    often associate potato chips with fall and early winter. Not sure why, but they have appeared in my haiku before. Love the natural way you drift from image to image, and the spaces or silences between the images that say so much. Great poem.

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