Same Thing Happens Everywhere

Last night, Water tossed, You crossed the line. Why? What happened to me? I’ve been reading up on books With a touch of impatience. Point is, It ain’t right. That land belonged to the mountains, The coast, The heart. Ever since I was little I’ve been watchin’ The piney woods, The creeks, the glades Of your heart. Same thing happens everywhere. Torn jeans. Crumpled piece of paper. A letter. This is what you send back.