windthread

so it did not go well,   last late night….  i kept thinking i might be hearing Jack Flash.   It was raining.   i would open the door…listen…hear nothing but then later,  think i heard something again.   He somehow seems so far away now.   

But i also knew that even if i did….there was really nothing i could do.    

so today and still tonight i think about this.   Really,  the RAIN is just what it is.    If it weren't for caring for the Goats,  i would just hunker down and do my best to ignore the reality of it.   But the Goats.