It ends with a glow.

It ends with the half-light of some dumb show.

If all the places pulsed red

where in my life I have laid my head.

Well some would be your house,

and some would be their house,

and some on a train.

Well all of those times I meant to be a pain,

they were the jerk of a knee.

And all of the times I tried to be funny,

It might be the same source,

a similar half bred witless horse.

On the night with the deer,

I’ve made choices and ended here.

Unclear if I like who I am.

I’m a path of the root of the same dumb man.

If every “if” formed and threw

landed on land and grew,

and if asked,

I guess I’d have grafted one or two.

It ends with a glow