Running Out of Time


The days grow shorter,

The air is colder.

So is the river.

It’s fall.

Different upstate.

Dark is darker;

cold is colder.

The seasons are not 

muted by lights, traffic,

packed subways and buses.

Running out of time;

I’m pressing, knowing there are 

but a few days left.

I feel it on the river.

Mistakes made,

Lines tangled,

Trees caught,

Light fading.

November 1, 2021

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