It is not my family of which I speak. ..........In such a way that the sailboat on its label
soft fur..........................appeared to be rocking back and forth,
warm milk...............clear water rippled around the label of
the sound of water.........the bottle of Samual Adams Summer Ale
rain...................that was set in the slow moving stream.
cold water...................... blood stains.................... brown grass on the hills... so rosin up your bow.......... so close you could almost smell the craters...... continually circulating helicopters....... ............................... occassonally irratating wind............ low flying planes............. like a spotlight on the perimeter of an urban used car lot .......... the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... like an old minuet................ the daily in and out flow of a billion bytes a white shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans........ a glass of beer...... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................