I wouldn’t normally write haikus, but

By Nora Glass fall is the time whenwe all are rotting insideit’s okay to changeleaves butter yelloware burning into the groundan ashy trail of stepsfrom driveway to street a tousled parade journeyedover concrete seathe tree is makingsome cuts and letting things gothis economy…fall is the time whenwe‘re begging don’t let me godo not yellow me … Continue reading I wouldn’t normally write haikus, but