IV AND IN THE DISTANCE, TWO PERSPECTIVE LINES SWEETENED BY THE TIME YOU SAT IN THAT VERY SPOT FOR A PHOTOGRAPH AS WE WALK THE RED DOOR SWINGS OPEN IN A VISION I HEAR THE GARDEN GATE, A SQUEAKY LATCH. A DOG BARKED LONG AGO THEN A CAT, GRAY AND ORNERY LIKE AN OLD WOMAN BEYOND HER YEARS. WE WERE STILL YOUNGER. I SAT AT THE COUNTER WEEKS LATER AND THOUGHT I HEARD A VOICE THE LAMINATE PEELING AWAY WITH OUR FINGERS OVER THE YEARS THE BURN FROM THE CANDLES LIT. ONCE WE STARTED THE C