SpaceFor a while it will seem as if I was never coming home,like summer or a childhood dream.Your toes twist in the September sand and the chill reminds youthat some thoughtless time, some apple-scented evethe old dog will growl low; the night shadows will stir;moths will dart desperate through an open door--and you will watch solitude disappearlike broken, restless love.
This is like being in first grade and having to put
up with people trying to guess what it is you just drew a picture of.
it was fun to do and I hope I do more like it some day.