it's hard to be back
the days rolling into none
words transpiring.

In western Massachusetts
I would find my lake.
Water lilies sprouting like millions of old friends in greeting.
Purple Wildflowers swimming across the water and
Blue fish nibbling toes

In Vermont the vast sky would appear over green hills carved by gods hands

Valleys howling like the coyote calls into the wind.
I would find clouds in the shape of gods and goddesses making love,
A wise woman and my sense of smell.

I would find the teasing sun creeping into the morning’s window like a curious child

Maine of course would bring me the ocean with its salt air.
Pink granite rock on coasts
Tide pools with red starfish
The sea moving boats gently into the harbor.
Here I'd find my chowder and lobster huts.
My roaring fire pits
And roasted marshmallows
Not to mention ferocious mosquito’s.

New Hampshire would neatly fold every place before it and wrap it into silk cloth,
It would include its star lit skies,
Its bay, it's canvas sails,
Its barns and rolled hay
Mount Washington watching over
Nickering horses and fishing villages
It would tie a red bow around the silk like
A package to be sent into the drawers of memories.

the cat.
pacing.
from living room to bedroom
slowly stopping
at the front door
tilting her head to check the time
realizing the sun has passed.

it is that moment in the day.
the wooden doorway scratch
the feline yawn of exasperation
licking lips
staring at the door patiently awaiting
supper.

I can't wait for this trip.
Maybe I'll find myself lost near a coastline and take a picture.
I want to meet the lady who plays her violin for the seals.

i feel like writing.
Like having it be weapons.
Intriguing and mute.

Maybe...
It's because I just don't feel like fucking writing.
Or having everyone read me
feeling like they somehow connect with me but
I hear nothing from you.
(not knowing me at all)

Maybe I don't want to give out treats while my hearts been broken.

I feel sorry for that girl that posts photographs of herself half naked, looking like a junkie by the way.