the leaves are falling
on Madonna Drive
Mission Hill’s
in mist
and I can’t see the cross
at the top
today
the old school house is locked
looks like it stopped teaching
long before this green was planted
long before these trees reached
forty feet
but the picture’s pretty and
I take a deep breath of it all
because the old saints in black
are calling, tapping me on the shoulder
see, boy, see?
smell, boy, smell
feel, boy, feel
crunchy orange leaves
scurry, then fly
on Madonna Drive
Mission Hill’s
been kissed
and I can see the cross
anyway
troysherdahl 