leaves swirl through the air
as trees shed their summer coat...

Just like a twilight eve without its moon;
Or like the last leaf taken from a tree...

the sun that day was
beautiful and if it rained...

A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...

A trick of ones mind
were hands quicker than the eye...

I'm not sure
what kind of man...

I return
once again...