Somewhere in Seattle in September
he is walking down the street
kicking the first few fallen leaves
collected on the sidewalk
and breathing in
the distant whiffs of ocean
carried on the last warm breeze

And somewhere in Chicago
at almost the same hour
she is watering the spider plants
and trimming off dead leaves
pausing briefly to watch
out the window some kids
playing in the schoolyard
their lunchboxes still undented

And somewhere a dog is barking
and a merchant is haggling
with the morning delivery man
and somehow the sun is striking
unseen branches overhead
and casting long fall shadows
across the windowpane

                -acm  (7/96)