When you are 12 or 13 years old,
Sneak out the back door
It's not too late, you promised.
Not too long, not too far.
One day you will know the names of the trees along the road.
You choose the path between two streams.
descend
This is Ward Canyon, and this is Lloyd Cliff.
The top of the mountain is still sunny.
Dusk drives you before the low slope.
Twilight knuckles caress the spine.
Turn around and go home.
The child sleeps in a crib that is too big.
The wife is mending clothes under the lamp.
You're a little sorry. Look at these and think about it.
It's early, but why is it late?