Fugacious

You know a Muse can be fugacious

run into them every so often 

nothing more or less

even to the point of forgetting them

And I have written about them before

You never remember some

others nonpareil

and there's never knowing which will be which 

(March 2021)

The wind is blowing autumnal, a tree in the distance green and gold

the color of my favorite football team who just won last night.

I'm sitting in one of those famous bookstores that begin with the letter B.

No, not that one the other one.

I wish I were in New England where the leaves turn early

and it seems we'll have an early autumn here, but you never know.

Solitude and lonely swallow beautiful in the fall.

c. 2000?