You’re brown like mush
At the end of the seasons
Which change temperature like you change colors.
Shaped by soil into an accessory of a
Sultans cap, you fall down on our
Heads and when you’re all gone
The openness makes the concrete clear, giving way a path for the rain.
Lovers walk over you instead of walking
On each other and children
Jump into you, whole pies scattering.
Someone sweet tells me you stole life
From the sun, measured in smiles. And I try and watch
Your movement for a while, to catch you
In the act. But you don’t move,
Only curve slightly to absorb the sun and bring life back down to us.