after dinner instant coffee. ................"My
mission," Milton told me that evening
ancient struggles on vast plains
...........................as we unwrapped the Kentucky Fried chicken
Midnight and @who......................each sitting at either end of an
immense mahagony dining room table
truncated dark days........."is to provide
the necessary information
black icy streets......to cleanse the environment
bare trees.....of the lingering debris from my father's
inventions."
background noise....................My mouth was full of chicken, and I
was silent in response.
brown grass on the hills..."I live almost entirely on Kentucky Fried
Chicken when my wife is away," he said.
a flowered dress.............."Is she gone a lot?" I mumbled with my
mouth full of chicken.
in the hills above Florence
................
a red front door................
sleep...............................
background noise............
low flying planes.............
in the playground the boys..............
the smell of green grass....
warm sun.........................
cold cereal........................
working............................
making things....................
blue shirt.......................
making love......................
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
while Mary and Trevor looked on.............
a dark corner....................
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................