David LaBounty

a poem about nature

October, the

air outside
is blowing
cold, blowing

beautiful
dead leaves
in the smoky
scented air
while the

air inside
is warmed
by the color
TV, is warmed
by the box
of pizza
simmering
on the lonely
kitchen counter
along with

the three beers
inside my
stomach as
the football
on the TV
plays, as my
pants are
tight and
my face is
red but it’s

autumn, no

reason to
look good
or
feel bad.

CP

David LaBounty lives in Michigan. His work has appeared in Night Train, Boston Literary Magazine, Word Riot, the New Plains Review, and others. His third novel, Affluenza, has just been released.