SBLUESTONE.COM  
   
 
The FLAGRANT DEAD
Late September Drizzle

Now summerís oily colors start to drain
their way to pavement and the asphalt streets.

A slow and continuous water clock ticks
its minutes in the gutters of our sentences,

while surging yellow taxis splash and hiss
through the gloom down Seventh Avenue.

Our long days darken into chilly nights,
and autumn grinds its consonants at lights.