​autumn

In the morning there are bikers
They're riding over bridges
They knock me off
In the morning I plunge into cold water
It's November and its dark out
The kids don’t spend their time in this park anymore
Like they did when it was warmer
I did when I was warmer as well
It’s getting late and I’ve got classes
Early in the morning
I still can’t sleep
I belong in deserts or maybe the forest
Or just in isolation
This year is shaping up like every other
Time passes right by me
I don’t write poems in buses at all
I don’t write much in notebooks anymore
I haven’t felt much of anything at all