Syosset

make of the 

end

a turn the bend

behind the 

corner

a friend lost

ignore the mourner

of

empty country,

dream impaled

where you'd slept

 silk

       staled.

downstairs

counter

 slice of 

pear.

park rangers,

like they know

I breathed that air,

nice to      talk

    again to

strangers.

not that you forget

just don't remember

 keep

the

belt

and my plates

what

I've lent.

not steal just borrow

like the day, though not tomorrow

I am as far

wind carried scent

what am I now that 

 I have went.