On An Autumn Day Like This
On An Autumn Day Like This Written by David Steven Simon On an autumn day like this when the leaves shed their modesty and change like flirty high school girls in a doors wide open pastoral dressing room emerging as scarlet women only to retreat and return as bare anorexic branches who think they look fat I sit on this pine-slatted Central Park bench autographed by lovers painted by pigeons and long for the days when everyone was still here until they began to disappear And I was left an orphan of this late November darkness waiting for the light to return which makes what lies ahead as heartbreaking as goodbye and as fragile as forever