There were times when all you needed
were some stars overhead, a blanket,
your lover to keep things interesting,
and the old turkey farm with all its sounds
naturally selected, spread out before you
in some infinitely random array, twinkling
on and off at your various nerve endings;
you know, before cyber sex and video cams.
My favorite building there had a door
on the second floor that went nowhere .
Sometimes I think it's the way back.
