Although I am ready to be back
in New York City I am not ready
to leave this imperfect place
(tried mailing two books
at the post office
and when I said
book rate she said why would you mail
a book, and then,
I don’t know
what book rate is). Still I love it here
on this corner chaise which
has no springs left and I will replace it
next summer I will
return to this same spot no matter what
summer is rain and pandemics
difficulties of age and I will
have some days where I do very little
except sit right here in this corner
and think for a minute that this porch
should be painted and then, realize
it’s more than good enough.
Always hard to let go of summer...it lasts longer in CA, but still.