Last Tuesday.

August 18. 2014.

Last Tuesday was the first day
I noticed the fall in the streets

It was all curled leaves
in shades
of brown and orange

Huddled up against the curb,
and dancing.

It was the first day
I rode my bike home. From work. A new city
opened up under the Zakim bridge.

Then Wednesday with the rain,
Rebecca noticed how many leaves
on the trees had had loose
handholds.

And had let go.