After fish tacos and a margarita that tried to choke me

Saturday night alone save the bookstore clerk

maple tree outside strung in white light and warm
winter yet to hit the young man with the backpack 

waiting for Peter Pan which was me before and now 

it feels like a good night to keep walking but I have 

a car and a job and people who need me to do things.

I want to walk to a quieter place inside myself
come to rest in cool shade and be made welcome
by the inhabitants there.