FALL

I sat on this bench
And watched some Mexican painters
fool around with some tall ladder.
All dressed in white and talking fast,
they were trying to get the job done before dark

It was getting cooler, like
Fall was just pulling up the drive,
Almost ready to turn out the headlights,
Come in and stay a while.

He’d leave soon enough,
But he’s always welcome company, you know?

We sit in the parlor playing cards.

“The sun looked like God was trying to punch through it today.”
“Yeah, I saw that.”

He’s always glum.
But he’s someone you can never see fault in, sometimes.

“Is Summer here?”
“No you just missed her.”
“Oh.”
“Winter’s coming later.”
“I heard. But I actually should be going.”

Friends are the people you can always trust to never hesitate to leave.