7:31 a.m.
the black birds insist I get up.
It seems like a pumpkin day,
but who knows
by lunch it may be summer.
My new fall clothes still have tags.
Yesterday the ants came back.
I finally hit my wall of summer exhaustion,
heat, bright light I thought I had escaped,
I should have known better.
Everything is confusing,
time and season.
I don’t know where I am,
what I am doing,
where I am going,
why things have worked out
as they did.