scars don't show in the dark

the
rain
today
made
me
recall
my
first
teaching
position.
Churdan,
Iowa.
a
world
away
from
any
pulse.
but
there
i
was.
and
on
one
of
the
first
nights
there
i
drifted
from
my
apartment
atop
the
towns
idea
of
Iowa
chic
and
followed
the
neon
glow
of
light
caressing
its
object,
a
baseball
field,
with
warmth
and
purpose.
and
it
was
raining.
and
it
all
seemed,
well,
new,
and
fresh,
welcoming,
and
for
the
time
being
that
was
just
perfect.