this is the last house in summerand now is the double lonelinessof missing a party you don't even want to be at.

and whatever happens to lovethat hasn't been used enough, has happened.

We don't have to be anywhere. The party we leftand the one we were headed to are probably over.

And as for those who might have been following me,odds are I lost them long, long ago.Nothing to do but keep on driving as clearlyas if I hadn't, flashing my change of lane and exit,in case there's anyone who needs to know.

You look up from an oldish author:Is he dead?Such power we have,not knowing. Let him live.