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blue shirt........................New Year's eve, soft fur...........................and the snow was still falling warm milk......................A French triple creme blue cheese in the white truck.........that Gunter had brought back from town snow....................was oozing on a blue enamel plate thin ice on the pond......................beside a loaf of bread under the blankets....................that I had baked in the morning. it lay in the glasses like cool honey................. sleep.....................The bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon the smell of green grass......from a winery warm sun......on the Silverado trail in Northern California a red front door.............was a Christmas present from Shelley blue jeans.........................who was, as usual, a white shirt.......................on the road. making love...................... the children laughing.......... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner .................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................ |