Crisp

Crisp is my favorite word

I learned in school

It satisfies because the sound moves from the back of your mouth to the front

Try it

c r i s p.

It pops on your lips like the shoe abandons the dry leaf on the sidewalk

This secret of crisp

I wondered

Did Shakespeare know?

Jane Eyre?

Did they use crisp to move us into the ever present leaving of Autumn?

To romance us unto the continual abandonment of sunshine?

Here we let fall hold us up

Here we let fall let us down

Continual time leaving

Warmth fleeting

Love burrows in

And the average of us stumbles out onto the sidewalk

Crunching leaves

Thinking

Mmm...

Crisp.