October 31st, 2015
It doesn't feel
It doesn't feel
like Halloween
I look out to
a dying tree
with burgundy leaves
The crisp in the air
vanishes on this
spooky day
Scribbling down
what I see
how I feel
As Adele's Hello
adds the soundtrack
of the day
It's hauntingly
beautiful
Dreaming of kids
trick-or-treating
tonight when the
ghosts come out
to play
The coffee shop
where I'm writing
these words
is now empty
along with my
cup of chai tea
Two older woman
taking in chairs
across the room
as I sit at my table
crumbs from the
sugar cookie now gone
lay on the wood
The table in front
of me left with crumbs
from two different
woman who were there
when I sat down here
well over an hour ago
I admire my
dirty sunglasses
as I sit
thinking of all
the words I've
read and written
since I've been here
No one bothers me
nor I them
As I sit at
the table
mind wandering
back and forth
between being in
Mexico with Patti
and in my own stories
as Adele continues
to block out the
life around me
At peace within myself
in my own universe
writing and reading
my day away
with a smile
on my face as
the people around me
leave me be