kloiterra

autumn has officially become fall in this world as of today.
painting the town orange and brown,
leaves are coming down like businessmen--
commuters late for important meetings with the ground.
i had to stop when i heard what sounded like a natural machine gun.
i stood and watched a middle-aged oak tree blow its acorn load all over a toyota,
the victim of a poor parking choice.
slow motion, wooden hail.