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