“return to sender”  

6 weeks of summer and a new place to call home 

voices i still remember 

pushing at the memories kept under a dirty baseball cap 

a return to the feelings i left in the lake a year before 

wishing I could live in the wind and watch reruns of my own life to feel like that again 

i made room for myself in the arms of an oak tree  

i’ll sleep there on the nights when i can’t find the path back to the place that became mine in those lucky months