from a town named Mountain View......................He was due in
half an hour.
fresh basil from the garden
.......If he was on time, that would put him somewhere on Route
49
slowly frying green peppers........a little before Angel's
Camp
and then I'd wish for..................around where the
bridge crosses New Melones Reservoir.
it lay between two messages from
COMPMUS-L.........
that moment when........
in the freezer for a while ..............
a little tight at the waist.................
The daily in and out flow.................
the smell of green grass......
warm stones by the river..................
a red front door................
under the eves of the porch........................
in song and story.......
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