Half Fiction

Eight hundred miles for you. 
eight hundred miles for me. 
what can i say? 
it's not so hapless. 
it's not so harsh. 
i can take it. 

So i sit on the porch and i listen to traffic. 
i read the paper. this is water. this is wood. 
this is your living room. this feels good. 

Half fiction, half documentary. 
i'm right on. no. i don't know. 
there is distance more than miles. 
but our ideas are adjoining canals.