Time and Place

I hear the sound of returning geese
In there V shaped flocks flanking directionless sounds
out and about at each other.

I walk through the woods I walk through
everyday (I walk through the woods)
with an intensity I just can't seem
to muster on sidewalks.


I write and remember our specific times
as well as the ones that my memory just loves to
falter with.

Take a selected piece from that time we were on vacation
and mix it with that giant fight that we never actually had.

I love to over complicate
everything.

But I need to strip it down and just be a simple,
simple guy.

There's a time and a place for the rest.