Earthside

Christopher Owens ✍ with a poem.EarthsideThe car rooves radiate autumnal blissdue to the amount of shed leaves slumberingand sloping along the windscreens. The sidesare remarkably leaf free and the ground callsout to me from the balcony, attempting toseduce me into falling into the pile that hasgathered on the road. I politely decline.♜ ♞ ♟Street lights are still on and the sun is