chasing off the run of summer, has its way. has wound down and the cool kicks where the soft edge of buildings, most vulnerable. chins. kneecaps. summer's groin. the wind is steel-toed, soft spoken. the leaves cover bodies like handprints. as if to say, was here. is here. is all over you.
the rains push her cheek to the back of your hand. hustle you off to a doorway. takes your eyelid. opens your wet hands.