Temporary Suspensions of October Judgment

Should monologue season reject you
speak slower. Fail to follow 
spoken prescriptions. Say
what did you do. Ask it
like a sentence. Deliver the sky
a blank tree. Reach for the cracks
in the lumin. Us? It's proactive.
Speaking of the future 
will nowhere you too.
Tell the rest of the trees
still-green borne breeze
scent with togetherness.
Whose story? Deciduous
derision sprays winter well
before. Spouts, spiders, spring.
Coil snakelessly. Can the crows cross
walk? We asked and they caused.
If you pay attention, craws will stick,
leaving the autumn-squandered sweat
shirtless. How long is this cycle. A hundred
days? Miles? Years with us. Yearn again,
us. You said. I herd. Shearing together.