Autumnal Equinox
Sober for once, for what—
for the words to budge.
We spent summer propped up
by each other's stuttering.
There are seasons here
if you squint. And there's
relief in the landscape's
sloughed off cusps of color
fallen over the familiar
landmarks, the familiar
trash—things that last.
Copyright Credit: Joseph Massey, "Autumnal Equinox" from Areas of Fog. Copyright © 2009 by Joseph Massey. Reprinted by permission of Shearsman Books.