Start Again

On the opposite side,
You see L. and I at Point Reyes.
The things that occurred on that day
Should perhaps not be written down.
I will talk to you soon though,
With the summer coming up.
And we can talk about what's been going on.

At Point Reyes I'm saying, "Fuck You."
But I don't know to whom.
L. has tongue in cheek.
I had lunch with her this week.
Her new boyfriend, P., is an artist.
He's forty-two.
HELP! I'm running out of Space.

T. is now explaining "why I'm such a nice guy...."