Sometimes you think, believe
that summer nights like this
in the kitchen, windows down
and the smell of heat cooling in the air
and bodies affected by humidity
will linger,
and last
on past your childhood-
but I know, as I pack up, move out and on
they won't.
That my mind may wander
and imagination will whisper
that I smell it, see it
in the corner of an attic somewhere
or a small gas station on my way to somewhere big-
but it won't be there.
It's only here-
I am only here

08/15/2004

Posted on 08/16/2004
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