leaves lay like wounded butterflies on the porch outside my front door. grasshoppers cling to my window screens, as do lizards and moths, and temperatures at last below 100 lure me into the night once again, my old habits also returning. it has been a summer to remember, and september is almost gone. i stood in a crystal store today and some pink ones made me cry - i forget their name, i have it written down. they are for your heart, the woman said, they help with grief. i bought two, along with others, embarrassed at the tears, and thought they matched my mother's pink bathroom.
standing on the equinox.
top of the stairs.