Invisible Games

 

Coffee roster whirs,
Sends its smells into the air;
Autumn spice and warmth.

 

 

Leaves shake the sunlight;
Beyond them other leaves shake;
Beyond them, stillness.

 

 

Rubber band, dead squirrel--
Both lying still on the road;
Rubber band's not dead.

 

Distant shouts of kids
Float from the house on the hill;
Invisible games.

 

 

Back and forth he rides,
His wheels swooshing beneath him;
Back and forth he rides.

 

They've begun to fall
To make a winter carpet:
Brown leaves floating down.

It looks exhausted,
Ancient crumbling stone wall--
Divisions forgot.

From the tiny stump
Plethora of seedlings grow
The old begets new.