Autumn tracks

Crossing from Batterseawind dogs the riverlow tide puddle of autumn:leaves clog embankmentplane trees stretch nakedfor conker sky, stitched mosscoats forgotten meetings.……………Train ride jets glideunder daylight moon.Feet ache from street trafficmoshing tourists avoid stranger’s eye,yesterday in our footstepsalways turning for dead smilesonly the ghosts stride easywhispering their ‘’forever’’ song.………………