A long September less than halfway gone today,
Nothing wrong except the things that always were.
I can’t remember what the last thing was I meant to say here,
It’s gone and done and gone away.The love of a good woman, a good stretch keeping the hair short, a couple of handfuls of house guests before a fortnight of summer camps made the rooms unapproachable again, some time in Boston and Topsail and Sonoma and Los Angeles and Santa Rosa and Black Rock City… More books on the shelf and in boxes in the house and so on and so forth through the years. I’ve got a bicycle but I don’t spend the time riding it. But I’ve got it, all the same.
More, soon, probably, maybe.
