i have an idea -
let's put the top down and drive to a place where
we've never been before and lay

in grass and leaves that arent yet
dead, they still have colors
red, and yellow, and orange, and brown,
for the autumn won't count its dead before
the winter darkness beckons them.

until then, i have an idea -
let's grow our hair and shout our secrets from
the bottom of thick-trunked trees

whose bark is cold to the touch when
we climb into its carousel of
twisting arms and forgotten fingers that
we give names to and make remembered as the
western wind bends them in its shivery chill.

i have an idea -
let's drink steamy coffee and tangle limbs when
no one sees us watching the gravel

that covers the ground in a seeded
chalk bed where travellers stop and
take a breath and wrap their hands
and brush their cheeks and cover up when
no one cares to build a fire.

hey, i have an idea -
let's gather jackets and vests and scarves
and pack our bags for a trip where

we don't know where we're going until
the train stops screeching in the central
station of some great city with soft-white windows,
and bearded men with newspaper sleeves,
and taxis honking in the pale-lined streets.

i have an idea -
let's learn to dance before december arrives
so we can foxtrot through the wintertime.

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