The Edge of Autumn

I came back from the gym sweaty
and with the opening stanzas
of a head cold. I made a pot
roast with potatoes and carrots and
our plan was to watch a silly
thriller while we ate. It’s Friday
night in our world, a time as rich
and sacrosanct as the edge of autumn.

Latest posts by Corey Mesler (see all)

Leave a Reply