Fall. September 22nd. Stay in summer. Cool off. What’s wrong?  I’m not doing it, I’m scared.  The floor moves, always running and tripping. Using my words. If I can focus long enough on beauty instead of madness—forget the real world!  “Lizard” “Lizard” I’m no better. What do you mean? Alone?  Fix it up, make it better, something that matters. Maybe in December……