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| In a pandemic the fat men in small jerseys have no place to sweat, so the geese take the field. The long corridor to connecting avenues intruded by just one car on a Wednesday night greets us. You could scream and hear your voice roll down 12 city blocks to disturb dwellers in their cells divided. What joy is a car like a Sunday station wagon, cutting through humid night, free as a child in pajamas hoping for ice cream before slumberland. Small crickets in the best mating season warm to the throatiest chorus, fiddling on wing beneath a window tossed open. Air conditioning be damned. I want to experience this before we're lost again in the ensuing chaos called life. 8.27.20 don't know that this needed stanzas but I wanted to break the text up. Just struck me as funny there is no high school football practice, so the geese are all over the school property where we just turned in the last of my kid's school property. I remembered last night going for a drive and noting once again there is no one moving from here to there because there is nothing to go to better than a firepit and some brews in the backyard to look at the stars and formed constellations forgotten. Yup, I could incorporate all that. Another time. |
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