bring your abandoned orchard plum-picking evenings,
your canyon runs southeast to Harris Park
show us the late and lingering blackberries before they crumple and wilt,
shriveled raisins on the vines
i love the hood of his ranger, his arms around me, our eyes on the glow to the west
as i love each stranger's invitation to pick Asian pears,
or sitting beside him in the truck, windows down, back road wind & silence
welcome autumn, bring your long runs again,
your deep shadows on the Blues in the afternoons
Peter Bradley Adams & the rain, the rains returning
pressing coffee each morning before i bike to work
helping destem grapes at crush, for merlot, syrah, malbec
1 comment:
beautiful. Yes. Beautiful.
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