It’s Fall

As if I weren’t
already
paying
enough
attention

Life

tapped me
once more
on the shoulder.

“Pay
attention,

dammit,

You’re dying

one day
at a time.”

And I paid

attention,
and more,

and the sun was shining,
and the air crisp

golden, fallen leaves
encircled
a barren tree

and it was
almost like
I wasn’t
dying

at all.