Her red-gold hair
on a stormy autumn day
along the borderland where
time fades away

Like the leafy-mist
which persists,
drifts along the hedge rows
on this late-summer morn

Emptily, curiously,
revealing a design hidden
in these swirls of hieroglyphics,

hidden in the wood-smoke
burning  our throats on a lost
once-upon-a-time damp autumn eve

I am afflicted by
the time-ridden-shapelessness
of missing-things:

a fleeting glance
passing over
something else that can not last.

visions hidden in a mind
aberrant, obsessed, selfishly kind
where wisps of cogitation coagulate
in the diffuse light
of my July birthdate.