While sweating and

Frustrating

A table of mothers

Who stare so silently,

I walk away to work some more,

When dawn,

Lighting on me like

God’s favorite dove,

A vision of peace,

I see myself in October

And smile,

Heartbeat growing silent.

I see myself and that’s October.

I know her.

When jackets and coffee

Are the warmest hug

I receive,

And I can bury my nose in books.