barely back to the

actual place that was a beginning

comes through and

knew a few monsoon storms

taken to a highway straight at

orange moon in a long and

strong mystery wandering

quiet rainstorm of curiosity on

under sunset in a forest

among this shade when leaves

rear thier head and do not

every so often this type of moon or this sunset

Zeroing in in a passing october

except whomever made this ghost

right on the left side of the road my family knew

only now though.

hello Nefertiti and hello

emily Dickenson and

hello