<A small part of the day>

A small part of the day gets behind
and you get lost and the number is
ringing off in the next room where
i left you hours ago and it could
have been years by now and i hope
you have waited but i know you are
gone and the door closes and i walk
outside to these trees always there

i am in their midst carried by the
rays of light wrapped like a present
for one of the fates who promised in
the dream to meet me by the fallen
tree bridge over captain hickory run
just before sunset when the light is
its most magic gold the kind of light
you use for movies and fantasies and
this