Far From Home
The trees in summer
fall to trap me
the lake is cold, I enter gladly
when the fog falls,
the friends are sparse
those crickets,
they jump in arcs.
All the pictures
run together,
while two green birds
moult their feathers
I was twenty,
the sparks yelled warmly
I closed the net with mosquitoes swarming
The dark is big,
you're in the water,
like a lamb, going to the slaughter
But the insect lines,
are moving cars.
The sirens, cause the dogs to bark.
We slept together,
you were not ready,
I drank a beer. My breath was heavy.
In the morning,
after the night,
I fell in love with the light.
You might not understand
the panorama, the peace
you cannot thwart it. Two birds singing.
Maps are always, always always always
of past civilizations. They can never be relevant.
You draw a map, draw a new one two seconds later.
The land always evolves. I drew a map, tucked it
in your bag, you pulled it out while looking for toilet paper
it seemed old. You took it close to your heart. You said,
"Look at this." I look as the marks moved.
I let you go and left for home. How could you come back?
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