the sky
when there is not enough time
today
two crescents forming
while i dream of things
i do not want
mostly
i let myself go somewhere
turned inside
nostalgia for what i will
nor did not have
lucky people, lucky people,
we come unwaxed
or are dewaxed, maybe
are late but still forming
it gets to our skin quickly
and we
becoming each season
together
together
together like the leaves,
the leaves, the leaves