on long shadows, chubby moons

and a bright spot at the end of a country road

The shadows grow long at this time of year.

At the head of the inlet the golden wheat grass slumped over clumps of frozen clay while the rising tide chided the land I’m warmer than the the air dontchaknow, I’m warmer than even you.

It was only three and I was escaping town.

As we approach the switch from losing light to gaining it, my head raced with handyman business questions

When do they buy from you? What triggers action?

I can imagine someone at home searching the phrase:

What do you do if you think you have a stalker

Or

How to get rid of that boyfriend who just won’t leave?

Or

How to tell if partner is cheating on you.

Then?

I could offer a ‘change the locks package’ - you get locks changed, security cameras installed and wall holes patched so you can close the door on them and open up to new possibilities.

Send this one to all of the demographic matches who switch their facebook relationship status to its complicated.

In the half hour it took to arrive at my Nanny’s place I’d created a lifet…