September

A shadow of a dying spider plant

on a gray-whale-blue wall

pulled by the puppet mastermind, I think,

Gabapentin, wilted leaves, a Bic

Cherry red, fine woodgrain that's paint-stained lay behind it

a cup of tea in a $25 mug, lemon balm, off to the side

two a day: pecan and pomegranate

its fall

the windows are open again, so

we've made it

another summer