and suddenly,

the weather shifts from a halo of wet snow to seventy degrees


and I walk to the store for red not white for the first time

I submitted something to be read and considered for a book


the joke is on them, as they draft their polite email

I walk down this avenue towards the brown brick school


with enormous windows and discover

that this can be with me


I am just as much a part of everything happening here

the reflection of the photons on the enormous windows


the wavicles in a plastic bag intertwined with a lawn statue

I am not isolating when I am having words with myself


if I remember this as I just have remembered

for the first time