The Sunlight in the Leaves

The days are getting shorter.

The sky is still burning.

& in the city,

each night the bullets fly.

& the news drones on & on.

The city & heartbreak,

the city and death.

I think of the canyon I left behind.

The clogged river full of logs & debris. 

The vultures and the kill.

There is no escape,

this is what is.

I’ll go for a walk,

& enjoy the sunlight in the leaves.

CB 8/26/2021  Photo by Charles Braddy 2021