memories of light - for joel

memories of light

I remember
The light through the windows
Strangely low to the ground
On the third floor

As he plodded along
Much smaller
But big enough
To make a sound
That prevented the loneliness

Of a first apartment
With low windows
And New England light

I remember the streams of warm sunlight
That bathed the hard wood
And the creature
Who pounced when someone moved
(Even when we didnít)

The feel is so strong
And it hasnít gone
Although you have

Left this apartment
With the large glass doors
And Tampa light

for joel
we miss your buddha soul (and belly) so much
- cary

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