Fireworks (An Autumn Prayer)

The street is slick with rain as I make my way through the neighborhood past shuttered windows and closed doors. I’m headed to the place where the road bends for a visit.  It’s been a while since we talked.  Leaves skid dryly across the road to my right like rustling stalks of corn, like a letter as it’s opened. I watch themContinue reading “Fireworks (An Autumn Prayer)”