still stacking fruit

seems so much later than it is
listening to the night sounds
on the deck looking skyward
never could see stars from where I sat in Brockton
now in a town called Hanson
and so many stars
but it's early still
the air is not quite cold only cool
breeze barely bending
trees completely surrounding traffic heard from a far
enough distance it barely breaks the silence
seems so much different
only ten miles south-east
closer to the ocean
if I ever learn to swim
hear more planes overhead
than cars on the road where I live now rest my head
after a long week
still stacking the fruit after all these years...