Turning Season

Spotted a man crossing Lamar today with a big beard, big belly, denim and big boots, his grey-streaked hair tied with leather. Was he a were-bear or wild westy ghost, strolling in the broad daylight? Ventured on to South Congress where vendors peddled crosses and pentagrams to the faithful and faithless in shops and road-side stands. Tourists and locals and the U students finally back for harvest season. People wonder where I get my ideas. I wonder, how do they not get them?