Sheffer Crossword Poem Draft 9/11

In Fall when school work adds
its meetings and traffic jams
I miss Moses hefting slabs,
Della Street, Paul and Perry,
rocking hammocks, amber ale.
In other days we'd dance hula,
chant bula bula, driver's seat
the only clear place in the car.
Once more into what's akin
to give it up to disembark.
But hark, we praise valets
in black with ties and vests
to stick an elbow in or bow.
Some launch the boat, oars
out, while on the ottomans
lie those on the road to Rio.
Once there were amps
where now the hunting owl
drops talons and besets
living things with too much
self esteem to cower. I teach
in one more hour. Would
you leave me for Oahu?
More beaches for more tar!
Squirrel in dogwood minus ego
is not like we are drawn to neon
I would go on another eon
but you're restless in your pew.
Whew.

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ok, not a poem draft, but a linkage of words brought on by across words from today's crossword. My daughter's birthday today. YAY! Happy birthday Julia!