NOSTALGIA

At a first fallen acorn

of the last dog day moment

my eyes and ears open

we cannot turn our back

to the uninhabited pastimes

as soccer and bocce yellow lines

are still bobbling along the walk

near the last crocus

while other handsome sports
trying to forget their lessons

are marathon preparing

a year ahead near river beds

of the Fenway Victory gardens

while a day dreamed soul longs 

to devour Magritte's Apple
at the museum.