Crimson Leaves

Did you notice the tree

with the crimson leaves

across the busy street

next to the bank that’s closed today,

tucked between that telephone pole

and storage trailer and all the filters

of perception verging with skylines

and sun rays and simple gusts of wind

stirring desire to connect

with surroundings trapped

in skies and gravity?

The bank will open tomorrow

and the leaves will change

to brown and crunchy colors,

gathered together by yard rakes

and simple gusts of wind.

Will you ask yourself

if you will change

like the crimson leaves,

notice them across the street

moving just outside,

trapping shadows

of your attention,

moving your to walk along

a little later

and hear the crowded crunching

sound beneath your toes?