"Joy in Mid-Autumn"

It brings me back to the sun beating 
down and the smell of chlorine 
It brings me back to the fall 
of the leaves 
and the rape 

of Persephone. 

And when I get tired of seeing 
her face in the clouds, and 
the streaming rain 
is ready to run down, 
she calls me 

back indoors, she 
says I'm yours, 

and that's when I feel

joy.