This is one of my older (and I consider to be lesser) poems. I didn't consider it good enough to include in the recent collection that I published, but for some reason, I occasionally feel compelled to come back to this one, and tinker with it a bit, picking at it like a scab. It's one of about a dozen or so older ones that I just can't seem to leave alone, as there's something about it that just sticks with me.