..griffith’s summer home..

such a thing while some are older
and quite particular; find their own
ways around things

look back and see the pretty room
stove glowing where we toasted buns

folded paper

where the cow lives up the lane, where
we sit by the window to phone each
other

the rain came early
the rain came heavy
as forewarned

i wearied
so
today i stop
a while

to

remember the little image
in my mind

weather warning
again
yet no numbers
no more