bring on the ending

here is the world
and here is me

the world:
a thing on rails, but gone off them
the riot of midsummer
walking down the slope
into a pink spaghetti sunset
prone beside the a/c
exploding holes on towns and
crumbling in races
cracked in the forelocks
oars out of oarlocks
hobbled and addled
with awed faces

and me:
here is me, between
amazed, and trying to laugh
done, but game
here is me on the street
headphone music walking,
a song
connects ear to ear
connects breath and sound
ties together the first fallen leaves
which this tree puffs out and replaces
and the days of heat
in fall
and this is it,
this is the ending.