Sometimes the sun sets
& things that shouldn’t be
golden are golden. There’s a field.
There’s a lake & a tree & a bird.
Sometimes I am goldenrod crowding a field.
Leaves fall from my branches
but I try to hold on.
— Nate Pritts, from “Locomotive in Autumn,” Right Now More Than Ever: Poems (H_ NGM_ N BOOK, 2013)