I step outside into a balmy November morning
I step outside into a balmy November morning,
last week's cold snap made overripe by two days' worth of rain
The sky is the color of a wet sock
just damp enough to aggravate
I drive down Route 9,
clipping through backroads at a smooth 65
Darkened trees sleepily stretch out overhead
as if waking up from an impromptu nap
Their tired leaves strewn against the sky,
brazen and unkempt
[Written on the 9AM train from Bloomington-Normal to Chicago.]