Richard Schnap- A Poem

NOVEMBER

I remember sitting
On an old stained mattress
In a two room apartment
With a bathroom in the hall

Finishing a plate
Of discount spaghetti
Then discovering it was
The last in the box

As I searched for an album
To play on my stereo
Then recalled that I sold it
To a used record store

While outside the wind
Shook a withered leaf
Clinging to a tree
That somehow still held on