boy, I have all the lights
in this town lit for you.

if this is where you took your knees,
and if here they stopped and dropped
to the top of a mountain beneath the clouds;
it means you are alive! it means you are home.

if the papers say nothing of it,
then write the story yourself.
should no one crowed and pat
your tiny morsels and individuality
it means you have tried.

if you have enemies? then good!
it means you stood
for something once.