Maroon Leaves

I haven't been myself of late
More like a stray
        peering through the V of a tree

Maroon leaves
I forget so much what page I'm on

Alone in the living room with my wife
Dark smells of summer grass

Open window cars hiss
Reading her book reading mine

A jogger goes by —
        Dear tree, What is sway? —
I go with her, like the blossoms.