and i am back in texas

a week of georgia peaches and in depth classes pertaining to the last thing i care to learn

a week of hotel living and strangers that became a family of misfits

a week of new friends, of jay the instructor barely able to contain his laughter as i disrupt class for the fiftieth time, of kain the long lost musical brother that likes all the same music

a week of calling poor tony, toby or terrence or troy

i have had worse weeks

and i am back in texas

still too far from you

still too many unkept promises

still too many words unwritten

a week of new ideas, of odd inspiration, of yellow pollen so thick the black car had a greenish cast

of a flight to atlanta where i made a new friend

of a flight back where i entertained the flight

i sat and listened to the ramones with a witch, poured my poor heart onto the canvas, learned of peaches and car audits

and i am back in texas

where does it go from here, i wonder

i may be back in texas

but we both know, i am really there, with you

as always