12TH STREET IN OCTOBER
Retro relics
Shimmer in the sun
Of this open market,
Hold within a chainlink fence.
Warm and safe,
A peaceful place—
Somehow she thinks of you
And the autumn hours
Your arms held her safe,
But couldn’t stop
Time’s soft spoken pace.
The chainlink chimes
And brings her back
Between the bottles
And rows of green glass.
Memories hang
Inside this antique world.
Beside other’s forgotten treasures,
She feels October again.
written 1998
