When I think of home, the image
of the tall brick fence comes to mind.
I place you within and outside it.
We exit Thea as she cools off, proceed
into the compound. It was much smaller
than my previous flat. I was distressed.
My former place had a front yard, where
I watched stars communicate. They gossiped
about me; you giggled when you joined us.
You are a thousand miles from me and it appears
the stars here are tender-hearted. They entertain
me with their luminous dance and fade into my heart
where I return the kindness they show me.
They interlace with the memories you left me –
as always, their light perishes in remembrance of you.
“Residual Moon I” from 27 (E.V).
Carter Ford 