17 june

walk alone more solitary than before -- for some rhymed time -- joining in, coming along -- faded -- no certainties but more goodbyes and rain that brings a different feel than before -- shared stars and swapped skies, time zones for hours and pennies for thought -- bought not what I paid for -- waylaid more by hope -- but the thanks that belong, the road that continues -- there is never a destination -- gone to turn to hesitation instead of action -- a retraction at last that casts doubt on the rest -- not a test but I've failed and the stale recollections of the first days fade as the parade is rained on -- while there's plenty of music to make and pictures to shake loose into the mail -- receiving notice and the hocus pocus vanishes -- the circus gone before the stakes are pulled -- no comfort but to close