Icing On the Cake

The crisp coolness of Autumn inhabits my birthday. Candy corn and pumpkins have sprung up. The cell phone rings off the hook — well at least while I was working. Suitcases have been swept clean as indelible leaves of Maple red find their resting spots in my mind, along with the whole Acadia forest of pine. Fair kisses left on a business trip to Boston. My heart is tendered as a luggage tag. I hold on fast to the heel of forget-me-not togetherness. My coworker plays, “Do you feel younger?” Like no. Next year is a tantamount birthday — I don’t share that. But the icing on the cake makes for a delicious life. 10/7/2019