Come on across to the Internet..........
merged with the screen for days....."it has been a long time since I have seen a screen porch,"
on multiple far flung systems......................Mary wrote in
response.
moving fingers on a keyboard.......I
pictured her stepping out her front door
brown grass on the hills.......
into a small yard composed of red brown wood chips,
so close you could almost smell the craters.....smooth white rocks, and an
occasional succulent.
intensifying with every bump.......
because I have never been there..................
had he been there all along?...........
.........
low flying planes.............
the smell of green grass...
black icy streets........................
working............................
making things....................
pate chaud de poularde.......
otherwise soft brown face........
blue shirt.......................
making love......................
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
unwashed windows...........
a dark corner....................
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon.......................