'First Rough Draft' by Jules Leigh Koch | States of Poetry SA - Series Two

I walk through an industrial landscape
in the painful adolescent hours
before sunrise

above the sky has sobered up
but the high tensions wires
are still dripping
with conversations
long after rain has fallen

traffic lights turn
green
orange
red
city streets are wind blown
with electric light

underfoot
leaves have formed

the first rough draft
of autumn