After The Fall

On the road to the stadium:
a slow drizzle falls,
clouds cast their ominous scowl
over the countryside.

(No doubt,
this is not ideal weather
for tailgating & yet,
& yet
I am off to do just that.)

The fields are stripped clean
of this season's harvest,
the trees reveal the true colors
which fall brings in spades,

all the while cars, trucks & buses
of folks going on their own
little pilgrimages, whereabouts
unknown speed down
the interstate,
with attitude & bravado to spare.

For some entering town this morning,
the rainfall might come
as a surprise or a cruel act
of simple eavesdropping:

No matter.
Still the brave, the courageous go,
find their way to a little piece
of heaven unlike anyplace else
they've ever been.

The parade will not be over
& all tailgaters in attendance
will see to that.