don't you remember,

the days of september

fires all burning under one clear sky

where pathways of dirt

were places to flirt with nature

and placing our feet in the water

didn't you discover?

what did you uncover

with your toes in the mud?

where was the flood?

when you needed a place to hide,

and i needed a place to drown.

didn't we find it,

i don't always remember

doors are closing, and

windows rolling up

but i'm hoping to find it

all the places that i forget

and i hope that you're waiting there,

ready to forget

Robert E. McWhorter