we'll miss the rubble field when the shore is made a wall of barred concrete. 
what we come to know we get used to we miss. certain contours other men made nature modified the men have died the contours soften and crumble gradually concrete becomes sand again and we dream of dunes. 
love of earth makes its own contours. the body that appeared strange we come to know.
everything returns even what goes further and further away.
r. left in a cold rain. be carful r. i'm sorey. luv ya doesn't always mean uh-oh it sometimes means i love you just.
jasper cat hid in the back of the bedroom closet. he just slinked out slowly testing the air and lay in the doorway whiskers sensing presence, absence, in stereo. s'ok mister yer not goin, yer stayin here with me. penny cat was laying on mister's quilt and now begins her mousing song and now checks the closet jasper vacated. this is the preliminary cat report.
i got hungry while i counted the savings, i ate, i counted, i got hungry again.
the wind is mournful, or is it the windowpane. 
either we are or both at once. 
we might miss the connection, we might disconnect in between. still and underneath we are connected in belief.