Draft

last words of a draft and back to it a reader now waking and thinking already there worrying the wrinkles the threadbare until other worries come over and over as they do a particular attention telling and retelling you can return you can always return but never exactly there a rhythm holding this and that both in the mind the places in it buckthorn smoke again the lake the strokes trailing soap grief and the places of another world will you make it do you want a still mind anyhow a still lake