october

the train station buzzing in my mind
like those traffic machines
and people machines
dominating this landscape grey
and through it all
through the screaming steel skyscrapers
thrusting through the thin air
cutting slicing dissecting
the sky so blue
so brilliant blue
is a lonley sapling
seemingly so small so insignificant
and there's me
standing there on the crest
of one tree hill
choking on the memory
of those freshly painted
blood stained leaves.