the opposite of diaspora

stone catching the sunset like a glance from an old lover. I'm almost startled the wildflowers are still in bloom. Like a child at a party i want to drink all this colour before the ground is flattened by dryness again. There is a sudden expansion as if remembering for the first time all the reasons why i stay in this town. The tail of the year shooing flies from my face. Almost far away enough to be seen from behind