Beneath us pumped out caterpillar greenery Instead now gold-yellow-brown monarch Taken by torrents To ho hum steel-dull drains. Executioner tells us we love, Reveling in the taken-for-granted when it goes. Sunset still there but more demure, We are ready for the holding-of-breath. Each with mittens, boots, umbrella Each a solo wonder, Can I hold the beat? To have a chrysalis as lantern just to ourselves.