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........................