The road whispers faded footsteps,
a dark river flowing solid under
walls of leaves grasping for asphalt
and catching him in shadows
A car lights the back
of his head like a moon
passing him bleeding in the rear lights.
hands empty,
The night's a spinning heart attack.
His heavy boots tread leaves
like ancient men's red feet
spilled wine from grapes.
It sustains his mathematical steps,
Since he knows he's changing something
even if he just breaks skeletons of fallen leaves.