Tom Scocca

leaves wiggled and flashed

rippling, never-frozen water

Breath steamed in the air

the leaves trembled

Little roundish acorns

The extra-long day

The stench of a ginkgo

ELONGATED ACORNS

Sudden silver streaks of rain

the furious twitter of trees

A broad strip of mixed dried leaves and scattered garbage stretched along the avenue like a carpet runner.

A child sat on the sidewalk, tugging the end of the long, coiled tether tying it to a brunch.

Overpass shade was so deep the minivan's display flipped over to night mode and back.