The Car-Hop

Line Stolen: "The grass shudders a little; maybe the wind passed through it." from Louise Glück's Before The Storm


The harsh chill of Fall attacks
my face, as i burst out the door, into
the gray lot.
The grass shuders a little; maybe the wind passed through it.
The cool wind keeps blowing, as I engage,
my new obstacle.
The transaction of not only the food, but
the feeling as well. A smile brings warmth
to the cold skin on my face,
that was left by the Fall.
The smile is returned, and I turn away.
Back to the chill of the Fall.
Back to the attack.