often his walk took him to the same spot
as if to an assignation
a clearing in the trees
where he expected nothing
and received nothing
while retaining in his heart
the most foolish of emotions
the feeling that he would be healed
as easily as taking off an old jacket
and going back to find another
which is fanciful
but there is more to life than one knows
and more to the dreams of the broken
than one might imagine
