Autumn Free Verse

Image created by Rachel B. Baxter

Telling me where you live
was a mistake on your part,
remembering
was a mistake on mine.
Now, I’ll drive by your old house
and wonder about you,
where you went and
who with,
if you’re grounded
or still running from place to place.

The spattering of golden hues
in the trees and decaying grass
takes me back to that Indiana autumn
so long ago,
when free verse was the only
language I knew, and
of all the tongues in the whole wide world,
it was was the only one
you didn’t understand.

about me.