The Weather in Westport

Connecticut is stereotypically beautiful in a way that somehow seems genuine- not superficial.


His hand in mine, we walk the rural path where he once roamed- before I was born.


I imagine him here, his eyes aglow- riding a bike- passing by the white picket fences


all neatly in a row.


I look up at him and wonder how we are so fucking odd,


considering we were both brought up in a


land of suburban


sod