rushing past windows
dressed so very much alike
flute song peeps from one
~~~
opening the door 
to october my old friend
leaning on the jamb
~~~
unconvinced by dusk
boys take to the dusty pitch,
uprights turning gold
~~~
because a leaf falls
who calls my name through the fog;
chained dogs left to bark
~~~
abandoned to chance-
deep bells for just the right beak
and eyes made to see