Suddenly there’s yellow and orange
swimming in the blue water
industrial tiles of my kitchen floor
Leaves ride in on my boots
dark and wet
then hop off in my kitchen
(“no matter where I serve my guests….”)
I leave the leaves on the kitchen floor
This time of year
lots of things want to come inside the house
cats and cactus, farm boots and firewood
the wind and cold.
I think of the leaves,
gathered at the edge of the animals water bucket
when I refill it,
Eyeing my boots.