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