first lines from some rather old poemsjust living on this earth seemed like an adventure back then. i wonder, my time in this body, did i do as i should have done? summer ends like a movie that lasted too far long. yes, i am here with you, and these are my hands. these giant old elm trees are dug so deeply into this ancient valley. your eyes are a baseball diamond,and i slide into second base, just barely beating the catcher’s throw. dust on the books, dust on the tabletops. be close, be agai...