A flake of me

Inspire me

Whatever crust you must trim from

Lend me 

A flake of your evening 

Take me 

To that place I spent summers 

Years from now, now in the past 

I'll write to you about a general store

And New England evenings 

Take me there 

I want to watch you discover me

For the first time 

I was a boy then 

Poetry was making out in cars 

And written on bathroom walls 

I was sure of the world then 

I haven't been sure since

The general store closed at 6:15

I have no idea why

Maybe there was dinner at home and a family waiting around a table

I was sure it didn't matter 

We needed jackets after dark in July 

I didn't pack one 

I loved that chill 

I was sure of it

It's nearly July now 

And I can count those days by decades 

It's warm in the south 

And though I can smell the ocean from my porch 

We never get flakes here

If we did

I'd gather them

And share them with you 

One by one

I'm sure of this