EARLY autumn, gentle, warm
 Bayou rounding into form
 Ripples spreading with the breeze
 Harmony, repose, and ease

ON THE BANKS and in my head
 Car seat makes a decent bed
 Panes rolled down and wind in hair
 Without anything like care

IT’S BEEN thirty years, now, since:
 And yet that day of indolence
 Lives on within me, perfectly,
 Each detail, fresh, and clear as clear

 Could be