The Places We Know Best
by Avery R. Wellman
The dim light in the night
realigns the way a mind
wants to remember a place.
The street slopes differently now
and the river seems wider.
The ground is wet, but not from a rain,
instead there is a faint dew
that lingers in the darkness
above the sidewalk.
And the air has changed completely,
like the opening of a refrigerator
after the dead sweat heat
of a long and lovely summer day.
The places we know best are the ones
that stay always like a stranger
and stand in front of us like a hollow tree,
faking at life
but making at something else.
something that none of us
quiet know about
Avery R Wellman is a working poet of ten years. Avery was born and raised in Virginia and now lives in Southern California with his wife. Avery's writing ranges from stark realism to spirituality and mysticism.