Gone From the Boat, Far From the Ocean 3

Here it is,
autumn again

I can just tell

It's one of the easier things
to remember:
autumn

The leaves fall down
from thin fingers of branch,
the trees wrapped all around
this house

It used to be our house,
Her house

The sky's dark face hangs over it,
over her house, darkening
the days peeling off like dead skin

And I see them too,
my sons

They run and flash
like two movies
playing side by side
on the walls of me

Different films,
both running at the same rate of speed

Moving, dancing in light,
in ways I've come to know

They appear brighter now,
nights stretching over them
around shorter and shorter days

Autumn, so similar to what I remember,
but colder and sharper somehow

Vivid cold
snapping into light