Allure

Allure

on the corner a tree catches fire        blazes autumn

a drop        of orange        paint    

the wind whips a crack

corrals me inside        but not before i

catch sight        of the tree ablaze

before winter comes        before snow falls

the fire must die

what is left        the leaves        the embers

burn               until

the wind whips a crack

on the corner i watch the leaves

leave the corner

leave the tree

in such a rush

skip through the street

more determined to go nowhere than i