evening slides into place like your favorite pair of jeans hugs your curves. the neighbors chat and the buzz of the crickets calms- wine is the elixir of choice. belly full of happiness the night grows into a living thing. routines change and new patterns begin. wishing i wasn't still in love with him. a lost chance- never will these feet dance again the way they danced with you. knowing that it's not the right thought but thinking it anyway- distance and happenstance have taken it all away. it was never meant to be mine. I'll find my happy under a rock somewhere in a sunny spot with a shade tree and have my ever after. it will all work out as it should and i won't compare it to another life i saw on tv. i'll have my meant to be when it's meant to be and in the mean time i'll watch from right here knowing i could be there inside the circle but liking this view better. not worth rushing and no end zone goal to aim for. it's all about the trip here in my reality. not feeling the rhythm of this poetry but writing it anyway. like therapy it's the time spent on the couch. this is my couch and you are my counselor- where to go from here? anyplace you'd like but get there on your bike as the car is a toxic heap and in disrepair- save your money and go far from here in the corners of your mind- find a treasure map of gold and hunt it down on your own. share the loot with those you love and come home a hero. have an adventure that leaves you feeling grand and cash in your hand- save the earth with one little change at a time... give ya a dime for every can you can- at least in michigan- where there are a bunch of lakes bigger than some of the other states and the most beautiful beaches you've ever seen. keep them clean and save them for your great great grandchildren who can find you in the waves of blue and in each tiny grain of sand- knowing what it would be like to hold your hand just by walking here in a place tso grand.