November Weather

What Next

BY FREDERICK SEIDEL

So the sun is shining blindingly but I can sort of see.

It’s like looking at Mandela’s moral beauty.

The dying leaves are sizzling on the trees

In a shirtsleeves summer breeze.

But daylight saving is over.

And gaveling the courtroom to order with a four-leaf clover

Is over. And it’s altogether November.

And the Pellegrino bubbles rise to the surface and dismember.