Time To Go Home

The old man brushes the dog
Outside the Pitch and Putt
Carefully
Tenderly
They sit together waiting for people to play
I go back to the bench
The one where I fumbled with the candy box and powder
I pick around the grass like the man picks for fleas
A little joy in rooting around for that thing which keeps you upright
Alright
I have a new box
From a new place
There are many more places here
neversayitrustyou
I find a place where the candles burn and she sits
The stations around me
The same as back in the beige place
But not the same
I hug the box wishing to be back there
If she sits and waits for me that will be enough
I wonder where Alice has gone
I can’t find her in my pocket
Maybe she will come back. When my heart slows down.
I think of her as my feet sink into the leaves
Like drowning in the other side of the mirror
It makes me tired
I ask for water
At the library
I keep a little and carry on
It is four o’clock
Time to be home
The orange lights shine behind the windows like needles and pins
I keep my head down and walk and walk
never stop never stop or the house will fall down
The white rabbit chases past me
I see him
A little dust on his nose
I wish I could catch him
If I could catch him
I would brush his coat and wait
I will love him like the old man loves
We will tumble in the thick leaves
Me and Alice and Rabbit
leaves and fur and powder
All together inside.