Sarah Rosenblatt - Poetry

    Fall
    
    They eat under umbrellas at the lake
    their follow throughs in sync with the water.
    
    Summer tilts off the leaves
    and Fall comes in with a frankness
    that meets the clothing head on
    
    there are changes in the skyline
    and in the patterns of the boats on the lake
    
    a new phrase 
    that had been mouthed around for months
    
    now wraps up
    on the horizon
    
    that era slipping into this one.