Some are in a small town.
When the men leave me, they leave me in a beautiful place.
It is always late summer.
When I think of them now, I think of the place.
And being happy alone afterwards,
this time it's Clinton, New York.
I swim in the public pool at six when the other people
have gone home.
The sky is gray.
The air hot.
I walk back across the mown lawn loving the smell and the houses
so completely.
It leaves my heart empty.