Next Time

I will wear less and drink water out past Youngsville and how can it be unfinished business roaming the groves looking for shade the same old story wants to tell itself What else is there to see under the gem-like rocks where I've never belonged made myself belong The land rejects even the clouds hesitate they skip over bursting with all their waiting the time takes nothing not already been there done that the look a face I forgot then remember I thought about for years I didn't see a graveyard is it at Abiquiu not where his bones would be but does the answer lives there walking at night Could I ask a question this or that the next day unfolding and then the next