It was the first time that I had ever hated the sound of my own name. "Tommy, you're up," the coach had yelled down from the entrance of the dugout. I was sitting on the end of the bench next to my ... [+]
Susan Lendroth's poem, "October Freefall," was originally published in Short Edition’s October '19 Rendez-Vous. Susan writes for adults and children, including picture books. She loves history, mystery and finding rhyme in unexpected subjects.
Who can walk today when leaves leapfrog across the boulevard and swirl recklessly round each passing car? My feet dance across the sidewalk, exploring invisible hopscotch trails like errant children, crunching gutter drifts in explosions of sap-dried skeletons of summer. Can't you feel it, the racing pulse of October?