tired midwest parents

Left to right, again.
Soft rush soothes tired skeleton.
No wind and no warmth.

Many colors fall.
Straight faces walk dogs across.
A squirrel hides away.

Smells of cinnamon.
Passing a family of four.
Feel ground beneath feet.

Eyes forward to blue.
Comfort in confidence now.
Let them be themselves.

This day passes slow.
It seems as I pace inside.
Many ideas.

Let it rest low now.
My time is coming to export.
Tired words building worlds.

-TMP