Waiting On October

when the sun finally shines its last hot beams of annoying rays down upon the slimy suntan-lotion-saturated bodies & the convertibles get taken back in the garages & the vast groups of lame ass motorcyclists who drive only during the summer months (gliding on their gross neon-colored crotch-rockets) disappear & the swimsuits, tank-tops, flip-flops & birkenstocks are all stuffed back into their proper drawer in the dresser (with all the sand cleaned from every nook and cranny in question) & all those little kiddies hawking their lemonade all have to go back to school (thus closing up those awful stands that pitifully provoke people into pretending that they wanted a dixie cup of watered down yellow sugar) & the clothes hardly covering any of the strapping young lads and the sexy young ladies all are traded in for clothes that do the exact opposite & all the bugs start to die while the birds start to think very seriously about beginning to pack up the ol’ nest n’ begin flying south & all the picnic-fanatics go back inside & all the campers are done masquerading as outdoorsmen & women (going back to the cities where they came from) & all the country folk who took their lil’ vacations to exciting metropolitan settings & tropical paradises have gone back to their mundane towns & villages & we who love the changing foliage, the apple cider donuts, the colder temperatures nuzzling their way in, the shorter days coming, the crisp breeze blowing, the pumpkin spiced coffee drinks, pumpkin pie, pumpkin muffins & pumpkin cookies, the cardigans, flannel shirts, jeans, hoodies & all other of our layers finally broke out for our comfortable frumpiness, the scented candles burning throughout, the little rugrats (probably the same ones that were hawking the yellow sugar water) dressing up for their halloween & halloween in general--- will no longer be waiting on october.