Today’s stroll spoke of endings in closed cafes and quiet streets,

Of vacation being officially over.

Farewell to sun and summer,

And sitting on the plaza.

With pending doom from the Flatiron Building in an ominous sky,

I reached for pink in mounds of mum,

The color of the last hurrah.

Goodbye sweet summer.

‘It’s been real,’ as my mother would say.  In some cases, to real to bear.

Approaching fall a tad worse for wear, life goes on and I’m going with it.