This had been my father’s town. We gathered together For an evening of fire. The gathering was habit, not discipline. We never traveled to imposing Africa Our mysterious seductions
Six years adrift And I began an absolution, To wash away the accusations. I settled comfortably into wake, Work, sitcom, sex, sleep. It was too late for yesterday,
Can’t you please stay out? I understand that you had to go, But couldn’t you have taken all of you? Everybody disappears one day. I thought for a moment you might stay A little longer.
Time to share the words Of the only story I know. Crushed & swallowed, I am defeated often, Always drawn to barns Filled with old religion. Clover, pine needles, snow covered rivers
I could wake Here Every morning Not this room, Not this drive Or even this town - I could wake Here Every morning Under this sun Next to her This beautiful girl.