in an abandoned firehouse with you

song: telethon, emily haines & the soft skeleton
supper: pumpkin pasta

the season resounding, surrendering, crisp with the drenched & reddening trees. in this backtrack, falling down desolate desolate place (to dissolve, of late -) we navigate abscessed nails & shards of the short-lived windows. bricks flying through the glass, a crowbar tears at wooden slats. shadows turn to silhouette & we walk here like echoes. there are envelopes beneath the open floorboards. memories of wallpaper. we are homeward highway & orchard apples. all the sunlight of the day.