Come on across.........."What did you
expect?" Milton posted on the following day.
an ever accelerating hit count
.......But Saul did not respond.
in the cracks between the
keys......................Probably,
of many
vintages........ extrapolating
from Milton's online persona,
brown grass on the hills...........
he had imagined him as huge --
burning, burning, burning.......6'3", big shoulders, newscaster
coiffure.
ancient struggles..........
had he been there all along?...........
......... low flying planes.............
the smell of green grass...
and he said he couldn't wait......................
black icy streets........................
working............................
making things....................
in search of uninhabited meadows.........
blue shirt.......................
making love......................
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
unwashed windows...........
a dark corner....................
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................