mystery of the turning leaf

September 8, 2013

small deaths

The jury’s in

and I’m already looking forward

to the next story

in the stack, loving

the opening paragraph and

the way it sets the stage for

the stymied lawyer, the shifts

in plot, the characters

who butter their toast and

tell their lies. But now

the verdict is read, and

I’m ready for change:

a book of poems, perhaps,

to catch the falling phrases?