I am looking at you through a window
I work to keep open, through the world
At 50, and I’m seeing a landscape
I had not anticipated, a life waving
In this still image from the abandoned garage
We found on Marigold Road, somewhere
In Missouri, somewhere in the weekend
That was not long enough, in a cold month
That is too long and a stretch of hours
Longing for your voice and your touch,
On the road to a place I will not abandon.
–Shaun Perkins
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 
Long enough, not long enough, Longing… All at once. I felt sad a little. For me, missing Missouri, the Grove, those days I longed to have, long to miss, giving into the memories. Thanks Shaun.
I miss the Grove, too. Yes, the word “long” was fun to work with…and sad!