You are crying for something in the past.
Fair enough. Your mother is dead here.
A praying mantis eats through a leaf.
They’ve changed over the streetlights
to the safer, apricot-hazed ones.
Bang your fist on my heart if you understand.
Raunchy, whispering ghost, one streetlight on earth, out.
The maples & moving clouds go from silver
to a shade of silver. Leaves rust, a car starts up.
Some humans xerox their hands. How mysterious the pictures.
Your neighbor rakes the sidewalk. Gentle strokes, long past autumn. Fair enough.