morn:

lisping whisper of withered leaves

marking each step along the sidewalk —

Meg'l'polis' Autumn

midday:

stingy smell from the heap of asphalt

being strewn o'er the pavement with the throng of our shovels —

Meg'l'polis' Autumn

eve:

poignant ice-cone

next to a

dusky glass cube

of a subway station—

Meg'l'polis' Autumn