Scene 5

All you can think of is home

and the desire to row

up the Schuylkill River @

sundown.

But for some reason

you’ve gotten

into drinking instant

coffee

For comfort-warmth

and the taste makes

you want to

smoke

cigarettes in the

cold, outside bars

in Halifax.

You played shows that

lead you back to the

end of Dylan’s set

in the outfield

the made you profane

and shocked him with

your lack of innocence (surplus of arrogance.)

You’d settle for a paved uneven path

looking for deer with a

camera or

birds with binoculars.

You’d listen intently

and you’d relearn

the pattern of color

on the crown

the wingspan dimensions

the mating habits

and note how they fly

across the pond to eachother.

And you wouldn’t ask

for the tennis or the music

or the sculptures.

Just more time

More time to talk

to know what someone

is like when they are

not raising you,

To know them in the

midst of nature.

or the backyard

or even the mall

And you’d forget how to

tell the time.

But you’re thinking more

often

That there IS no relationship

between the novel

and life

And it will only ever

be vague

whether or not it is

guilt.

But

That kind of time is

not available to you.

Your time is a different

place and he

sleeps

and sleeps

and sleeps

and sleeps

like you

dream

and dream

and dream.