Justin Jacoby Smith is an organizer, web geek, Buddhist, and poet.


leaf is wriggling
in the september
wind like a girl
swaying her hips
at the foot of
a bed. the
color and tone
of it all has
changed as the
virginia air has gone
from hot soup to cole slaw.
it won't be long
now, overdue as it is
to have fallen already.
the bright green of
summer is never
meant to be