perfect day
10/20/98

the warm indian summer sun
beats down on my black shirt
i would have expected 
to become hot
to become uncomfortable

but the sun has a cool light today
i feel like i am 10 and playing
in the summer sun
nothing to worry me
nothing but twilight

i like the twilight now
when the evening is warm
the wind blows and keeps me calm
i look away from the ground
and see the stars overhead

only a few stars show at first
but the longer i stare
the more i count
until i can count no more
until shooting stars are commonplace

the warmth of the evening holds me
lonliness is washed away by the breeze
and i am able to think clearly
not like when it was cold
not like before