Autumn on Degraw

stretching branches, broken spider-legs
shadow the building from below - you come
to the window and are still

but your eyes do pirouettes with the flock of birds I've
been watching for some time now. they traverse the distance
between roof and roof. / the wind unseats certain

leaves and leaves others behind. a wet nose
presses into my calf; I pay it no mind. I am the owner of
no one and nothing and no voice may claim me for

his or her own. / I am fall in Brooklyn; the fall of Brook-
lyn. The brook Lynn is drowning in, odiously
separating all that has been from all that will be. / we feel

it now, you in your window, I in the street. we drink
the Gowanus, we grow shells and expire, we float,
jellyfish expanding past our aqueous graves.