This autumn falls to the ground
Gently, fall in love.
Morning wind nestles the leaves
They wear their colorful life

Days before they die.
Migrate me with you
South, west or just downtown
Where I can fall to the ground

Live there for a time
Listen to the planet
Or some latin music
In Tompkins square park

The park was like gan meir
Just with wireless internet
And a little more hopefulness
And a little more  homelessness

than I could bare.
Fall in love
Leaves and plastic bags that
Say thank you in big red letters

Rattle in the wind
To remind me that
Some time
I'll have to migrate home

Where there was no autumn
Only life or death
Love or hate
Or migration.

October 16, 2004
nyc