Good Reason
People walk the market in stilts.
To either side, the peppers in cages struggle to carry a burn.
You always now ask a day to be made simple,
to sit outside flung on the grass.
For a year you’ve been waiting for autumn’s lessons to come
the feast widens. Leaves hangnail from a cottonwood
and no wind, just the roots of the future.
The conversation goes on and back and sunlight comes
out of your body like a small planet.