22 September 2019

September again 

with its earlier 

sunsets and that 

softly raining 

dusk, our annual 

reminder: the 

seasonal close of 

baseball popcorn 

and carnivals, and 

ferris wheels at night 

with lights twinkling, 

and music out of 1970s 

tin speakers that turn 

each moment 

slowly into 

memory.

it's late (I know) 

but I stand 

on cracked pavement 

under gas station lights, 

those neon reds and 

blues: 23 years old and gangly as ever 

but stronger now too I think and ambitious as hell. 

me, this Converse & collarbone kid 

but goddamn it fits and 

I laugh louder now 

than I used to 

and it 

doesn't 

hurt.