Thursday, August 19, 2004

we...

sunflowers--crush of stalks coming from the dark, the odor of resin and turpentine. an open window. the air much cooler than it has been for days. this kind of air we could almost walk on. above town. tin roofs and a sliver moon and amber streetlamps. bright windows and the windows that've darkened already. oak crowns. the box elders turning according to the dry year. an early fall. the roads woven. an alphabet-- f thru k. and the long winding highway headed east. friable oatgrass and pie crust hills. we could walk a thousand miles tonight and never touch down.

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