They turn to flee as metal cars roar
And cool mouths smile and

Young hair flies and breezes whip in
Twisted swirls and chasing tails and young girls
Preen and young men coo and metal cars fade

And summer hangs

And lovers retire in thick bushes to
Muss their hair and fold their clothes
Sigh and twist and pass the summer staring
At old men picking garbage

And swallows call and brown ponds splash
And quiet haze gives way to autumn's
Crisp brown empty spirits leaving to move their heads
And strip their teeth, fade quietly, alone

While mothers fume and gossip forms
And school brows lift in autumn breezes
Blowing soft on aimless wanderers
Who wander off to feed the golden
Haze on distant mountains

The glistening silver wind gathers teeth
And rain approaches
Arching its back to send curtains flying
And someone laughs and lovers stand frozen
Like icicles before irate fathers

And raindrops fall and young men flee
And birds fly and frogs sleep and
Foxes burrow and autumn hangs and
Classrooms eyes nod sleepily

And inside tender childlike bodies
Beautiful babies are waiting to be born