The Places We Know Best

The dim light in the nightrealigns the way a mindwants to remember a place.The street slopes differently nowand the river seems wider.The ground is wet, but not from a rain,instead there is a faint dewthat lingers in the darknessabove the sidewalk.And the air has changed completely,like the opening of a refrigeratorafter the dead sweat heatof a long and lovely summer day.

The places we know best are the onesthat stay always like a strangersomehowand stand in front of us like a hollow tree,faking at lifebut making at something else.Art? Maybe.Orsomething that none of usquiet know aboutyet.