October Wind

facing bells and sounds
that burnish this thin skin
with the insistance
of his name
until it flows
into a ribboned repetition,
one long list
that rushes past
its threadlike substance
into absence,
capturing the floating space
between a late-day light
and sunny slowness
casting warmth
upon brick walkways
slowly stained
with what-if glances
as they break and spread
like water
into inaccessibilities
halved
by this invading air