End of autumn
skinned kneecaps
chasing the dragonflies trying
to take victory laps
as I harmonize before
winter arrives:
 
to expand beyond clouds’
scattered alphabet blocks
and empty, stemmed gestures
signaling from the dirt.
Redemption for
my past parasites. 
Resetting system preferences.
Math meeting magic, and
 
piano blended with a synth.
My definition of 
fear-conquering, transforming.
I am still afraid,
but in a good way.
Popping the trunk, grabbing
a different wrench.
Letting flies lie while
I carry my harm
 
into the garden, 
plant it among azaleas, 
and envision a long line
of old-time cars 
headed to the ballpark,
warm October afternoon,
patient, ready for 
the zenith to bloom.