The Fall

summer started what felt like

yesterday and a third has

steamrolled over me

leaving me flat

reminding me of summer love

and the passion

I havenít tasted in too long

and my ass is larger

than is should be and I

feel like the whole world

knows it bothers me

everyone sees the weakness

and dances in the hole

stepping on me

as Iím fighting to get out

and my center is too soft

so it hurts my heart

and it attacks my 33

years of building what it takes

to find out

there were cracks in the foundation

and I have loved too much

and been loved far less

and still, summerís heated breeze

is fragrant enough to keep me

on its scent-

tracing the lines

because my free hand

isnít quite as pretty of a picture

two thirds to go

until the fall