Noah Falck

This work is part of TAG: A Poeta Project. It is a response to Home by A.J. Fries 

“LATER – A response to A.J. Fries” 

The season grows out of the bruised
core of the town. You put your phone down. 

It is the middle of your life. 

Your hands are animals again,

made visible in the lost light of late afternoon 

when everywhere is an exit. 

Sound of rain on tires moving away.
Sound of the tendril pausing the wind.

The sky is a gesture of vanishing.
Like a rust that’s almost holy in its eroding hush.

Your pulse grammars on
as night collects in the streets. 

When you look away. 

That’s home.

By Noah Falck