One edge
hanging over the mountain--
the Milky Way


popping plastic
a car veers to the gutter
drifts of tired leaves
cold bright autumn day -
the last leaves float to the ground
like lost promises
old stones, weathered smooth
a deep bed of pine needles
guarded by angels

leaves shiver, cling
against the thinly-veiled moon
you are gone

raking new leaves
over the same ground -
therapy session