#212 elmira

i was twenty three between binghamton and elmira and this time it was horses far into green pennsylvania horses by the time i hit elmira it was already too late i knew what it all meant the yew tree and the getting there amnesiac of stings somewhere between love and spring holocaust and honey hung in the balance and for ariel you were an unlikely peeled godiva by now elmira and me under the dusty moon your thief of light and all i could still see were horses far into green pennsylvania and i was crying in elmira sylvia sylvia bhagiti 11.18.07 perrysburg, oh