YOU WILL FIND IT SOMEWHERE IN SWANTON

 poem about my wonderful friends that i love so much

YOU WILL FIND IT SOMEWHERE IN SWANTON

and most of the time,

after a while,

after you’ve eaten up all the laughter

in the room with

a cup of cranberry juice

and rosy red cheeks,

made that color only by secrets

the four other people in the room

will ever know,

you will come home

and walk through a dark hallway on legs

weak with love and a pleasant kind

of exhaustion,

and your veins will glow

a certain gold that will paint the dim walls

and shine from the window

out onto the street

and the trees in the yard

will take it in as sunlight

at midnight

and your joy will feed

the very ground you walk on.