The closing down

Northbound, we are moving further into the taper
the bellies of geese are visibly mustard and velvet
strong from sports, regular departing

I will stay there for a long time, lost to the world
scrubbing into oblivion, languageless stranger
bits of life will happen in between the rains, to them

in the wet freeze of short nights
there is no place for dreaming and I will travel to abandoned houses
will take carts, in the afternoon breeze, blowing through me
those dreams bring autumn

burns on my arms allow my heart rest and I welcome them
I hear people saying that I've lost fear
I meet their frightened eyes with heavy warmth
at the end of the day, I serve their dinner