Utility

I posted this poem on my blog last year and it seems fitting since Fall crept in last night under the influence of stars and darkness

love dan

This story
starts across town past two
and everything is closed.
Sleeping curbiside
among strangers
and innocent bi-standers,
obstacles when everything
looks different through the cross hairs.

Screen doors slammed shut with august
and took to the street
against traffic
and broken glass
with dogs walking people
who wish they could remember their dreams.

September coming in like
tragedies in the form
of radio waves
and wine vineyards
over seas
that smell like the grape jelly in our fridge.