Maybe Middlefield Maybe Something Else
Ever since we arrived in our house thirty years ago, I've tried to describe this kind of love to you.
Thirty years I have tried to tell you about love, why this same as any small town a few low hills they call them mountains never been to New Mexico or Spain in the end impossible to tell you about love.
Still I can describe how my heart stops every single time on our porch looking out long low field this world becomes only sounds birds deep green I’ve never before seen even in dreams.