Jeff Hutton Photography

the streetlights catch the first light yellow against orange,
the first shift are still shadows in and out of it.
shoes tap a mysterious code on the wet concrete, a lengthening of night’s black and blue.

*I heard every police car and fire engine within 2 miles of the UN has to turn their siren on for at least 5 minutes a day this week.

*woman, my wife included, look more beautiful in the fall than the summer.

today felt like a back to school day.  realized it’s also an olfactory thing. i used to think it came from the new clothes either unwashed from racks or washed and press perfect, rumpling a first time.

that’s not it, though. it’s the old clothes the favorite hoodie, flannel, or corduroy emerging from drawers or closets. waking up the stale arms and backs.

that’s how it felt wearing my red flannel shirt this weekend. hey, old friend. how about a warm hug. how about not thinking about monday and making some sunday sauce with sausage from faicco’s. dead grass (hay) and apples.