|My tea cup collection and my Mary Lou Goertzen china.|
|I would be grumpy and clingy too if that was my foot.|
|Memories of bike rides from last summer.|
|The last three pictures on my wall in my bedroom.|
|My wizard and my baby hobbit.|
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
|Full moon over Bloomfield.|