longing turns to flatlands
to trees I used to climb in youth
to closing the blinds in the afternoon
and falling asleep to slowdive at 4pm
waking to little hungry mouths on my fingertips
still wailing
so I shove them in my pockets
bound and gagged
and go!
out!
to look at your old house
down on cathedral street
where I’ll stand until it starts to rain
and then some