the man in the line behind me................At night, in the shelter of the dark, overgrown vineyard,
ancient struggles on vast plains ...........................while I waited,
.............................................................................I chewed aged provolone
the sound of water......................ravenously.
soft fur .........
black icy streets...... bare trees..... blood stains.................. brown grass on the hills... the whimpering dogs.......... rivers that flow too fast after heavy snows ................ while I fumbled in my pocket.......................... narrow streets paved with well worn stones................ sleep............................... a tenuous relationship to reality............ low flying planes............. in the playground the boys made fun of her.............. the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... cold cereal........................ working............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... steaming plates of pasta...................... never know why............... cold damp grass.............................. a long walk into town.......................... while Mary and Trevor looked on............. a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................