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I think about you all the
time.........Exactly at the transition or, had he been there all along......... from asphalt to dirt leaves turned yellow ......................where the road became dirt road, rain................................ there was a thud cold water......................like a balloon full of water with intertwining melodies..... bursting blood stains....................and then the unmistakable clatter brown grass on the hills.............resulting from a blowout. a flowered dress..............I stopped the car and a glass of beer.................got out to look. sleep........................... background noise............ the smell of the fresh asphalt........ low flying planes........... a knife with a black handle........ the smell of green grass.......... a tenuous relationship to reality...... warm sun......................... a red front door................ cold cereal........................ working............................ and seep in your soul.................... a white shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... In the depths of the garage.............. the unbidden flood............... extensive passages of discordant voices....... footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................ |