excerpt of something sort of like word association

February 25, 2008 at 3:20 am (Uncategorized)

What is an estuary?
It’s past noon on a Wednesday, and that’s
not Friday, but I hear estuaries are
the mix of salt water with fresh so maybe
Thursday is my estuary.
I imagine home this way:
my room so colorful that sleeping is
difficult. My mother
smiling, and that is happy.
I would like to be on Crabapple lane, or
any other lane, but I’m
closer to Spring Street.
I don’t like Spring Street.

And Crabapple is sunsets and sunflowers and
wind across the lawn like silky summer nights.
And I am waiting for when I lie there again. Always
waiting. The northern lights don’t come down this far.

Why is that my worry?