in the
clearing..................The walls of the gallery were
shrouded
behind the tool
shed.............with dense printouts, each containing thousands and thousands of words.
across the river..................
"If they expect us to read this, the least they could do
rain.......................is give us free
beer,"
cold water......................I whispered in Gunter's ear.
over the flaming Berkeley Hills.....
blood stains....................He grinned, but before he could
respond,
brown grass on the hills....one of the artists,
intensifying with every bump............a
thin faced faded blonde with a legendary talent for self
promotion,
straining after the food that was alive.......
embraced us.
that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight...........
The majority of the embrace encompassed Gunter.
a knife with a black handle
...........I wriggled free
the smell of green grass..........Leaving him to discuss the
intricacies of photoshop
too many coats of varnish.........
with Thelma,
on the spur of the moment.......
while I fumbled in my pocket for money for beer.
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......................
the unbidden flood...............
unblunted by the sound of real voices
footprints..........................
unwashed windows...........
a dark corner....................
the pine trees overhead......
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................