from a town named Mountain View......................Crumpled printouts lay
that only see the light of day ...............on the floor in the living room,
overflowing from the wicker hamper........beside cardboard boxes of ancient 5 1/2 inch disks
in song and story ..................(waiting to be organized)
that moment when........and yesterday's socks and underwear.
a little tight at the waist................. The daily in and out flow................. hot water slowly......... the smell of green grass...... warm stones by the river.................. a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ and then I'd wish for................... inside, the text was black....................... hot water slowly......... making love...................... the binoculars in the cracked black leather case............ we call our own...................... mustard colored cotton............... a glass of champagne.............................. along the stream for several


[about this work] [frames interface]