I often wonder
what is in my chimney
I know that it's just
bugs
and smoke
that's it
but I expect to see a body
or something nicer
if I  were to push up there
maybe a postcard
or an entire time capsule!
from fifty years ago
saying
Hello!
It's nice to meet you!
With a return address.

Maybe I would find her
the old woman and me
and we would sip lemonade
and sing the songs of June
until the sun went down
and it was time for me to go home.

We would be the best of friends
she'd show me paintings,
I'd write her songs
and we'd both camp out by the rivers
and paint fish and people and space invaders
and laugh when people asked if she was my grand mother
No she'd say
We're best friends
And we would be!
And the Summer would be full!
And I would make her days so much better;
a lonely old woman no more
but my friend.

Anyway.

Any time I stick my head in there to look,
all I get
is a black soot covered face
and a little more jaded.