Autumnal Ownership

A Poem

“Today is the first day of Autumn,” I say to you, hoping you don’t have glue on your shoe. For then all the leaves littering the yard and road would get stuck on you, and you might turn into a Leaf Man, indistinguishable from the compost we so lovingly grow for the garden. Leaf mold is awfully good for one’s plants, but I don’t want to plant them in you. You’re mine.