On Thinking Back to Summer

Edgy and exhausted, broken,
held together like safety glass,
walking around covered with clothes,
inside shivering in the dull sun.
Heart careening from chakra to chakra
looking for a place to mend.
How is the sky still a happy blue,
with all those clouds scratching?
Dry green leaves scraping over each other,
pretending its still summer.
Grated afternoons garnishing that shrunken hot dog,
withered down to a shriveled string.
How did it look so plump under that awful sauerkraut?

Colorado Late Summer Squiva Trained Picnic Model