Ninety-one days, a whirlwind schedule
that contends with waning light. No such thing
as week-ends off or holidays. This is life.
The hours are the same,
it is the clocks
that change and the trees.
In these weeks before the celebrations,
reds and golds replace the fading greens.
So much to learn, so little time. ‘Arrivals and Departures’,
a summer class, is replaced
by ‘Conflicts and Desires’. Not everybody
likes this schedule but Christmas is coming. Until then
even Louis Vuitton is unimportant.
Pencil in the midterms, those little tests
that tell us where we’re at, not where we’ve been
nor where we’re going.
Autumn is like that, an interim.