Unassume Me

Influenced cracks in the paint
forge through skin like a knife,
the last fall leaf, a hanging hope
outside the back porch,
bad brakes screeching by
and the rustled leaves
from squirrel's survival.
Inhalation of the air
in between the traffic's wind.
Inside, the zipper clinks
inside the dryer, while the candor
of candles whisper.
Is this insanity, or a poet's day?
Tomorrow this will be memory
and a half written page.