After Herbie Hancock & Wayne Shorter
How is it I imagine us older, already,
and walking in autumn to this song,
and we are beautiful, as we are now,
beautiful as you are now, when you
look at me. It is autumn, the city is
quiet and not quiet as the song is,
around us, kids on bikes, as we are
wrapped around each other like
the piano and the sax and the sudden
bikes but then the quiet and the yellow
leaves. My arm is through yours, my
hand in your pocket and it is autumn,
late afternoon. We’ve had a quiet good
day of work, each, then headed out
together and the song is the city we love
around us together and we are older but
not yet old and we are beautiful as the song.
