go sit on the back porch , why do n't you ? '' you promised they would be destroyed ! okay , i said , tears streaming down my face from laughter . `` it 's a young wine , but quite refreshing . it does n't matter where you go . '' i wanted him to walk away and not look back . he looked up and could see a white smudge , still mostly hidden by cloud but definitely there . modern poetry is not about music . my baby would reply to me ! '' 