A Place I Knew

A place where I knew it's deepest secrets, where gardens bloom to their own awakening on dew drenched summer morns, where the little old men still hang American flags on their porches, my small town I came back to, home. And you were still there, hibernating like a hobbit, and in your seclusion, you uttered the rules of matrimony to me, a visitor from your past, I listened to your decrees about a game you could not handle for more than a year.