and a year ago things were very different.
There is continuity of course; there are cycles
at work here and I suppose I am not
much more than a variation on some theme
— but life is always pretty damn subjective,
and mine isn't what it was, or I suppose
what it's going to be.

Anyway, I like October. I like the weather
and the texture of the air and the angle of
the sun. I like the food, and the chance to
wear warm, heavy things again.

More than anything I guess I like the way
you can tell things are changing. Even if
you know it's been this way before.

tags: topics/poem

p1k3 / 2003 / 10 / 1