autum fest

rainbow colored thoughts

His voice
a little bitter
than the beginning
of fall; her hair
the color of honey;
his eyeglasses
like her eyes - blue;
they survey the crowd
with their eyes;
hazy their voices
trouble the quiet
air in the afternoon
of a song filled
autumn fest.
the two policeman
on their bikes;
don't dare to move;
so as not to detune
with the vibrations.
when the magic is over
they will dissolve in the crowd;
who will quickly forget
where they left a mark.