thisnewday

and the

leaves are falling

in the

woods, i said.

the fall

is really

your time,

he said.

i have the

words,

it all seems

clear,

and endings

fill the

air, i said...

L.P. Knickerbocker

10.16.2000

for rich johnson,

artist and friend

[This is an older piece. From before the time, even, when amandagayle helped me to get my LJ account. But every fall I think about this poem. And the conversation I had with my friend Richard Johnson. So many seasons, so many years ago...]