uninvited East

this sidewalk points East
i'm riding it outta here
through the staff parking lot
and the lane where buses line up

walking East, past other houses' driveways
and other peoples' houses
and other families' people
that i know little about

it hits like wind on red cheeks
or tears on fallen leaves
or boots on wet sidewalks
or heartbeats inside fall coats

that i've been uninvited.