Exercise in Happy
Autumn – Before I noticed, you were gone –
like a little home dissolving on itself.
—Richard Caddel
Words this morning echo off
newspaper bins and the walls of
new neighborhood cafes:
I’m
dying. I am killing myself.
The morning is robust. It’s
great to be under the sun (we
shift sides of the street to take
it in, a rarity for me and my
