At The Bell

Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too

It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes

Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune

Aurora 

Awake
Late
All my ears hear is the little city complaining
But it’s warm today
Mid-October so we’re lucky
And God grew me the juiciest apple 
Because He knows October’s hard