“Death stole your sanity,”
I say, my neck slanted toward my friend
who remains scattered
in the things we shared
when he walked the walk of one alive.
Autumn sets its theme,
not limited to the public garden,
also on the pavements and in those
trails waving up and down the hill.
The migratory birds replace the season.
Their progress stuns us
within one day or two.
“I am as sane as a maple leaf.”
says my friend, stronger than before,
shadowy, following, flowing.
Illustration Nick Victor