Counting cars

RED

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I’m just getting used to the old guys next door

They sit on the back porch

drinking and talking

I can’t decipher what they say

not understanding southern

but it’s not too different

than a murder of crows

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across the street

two fire trucks

three cop cars

and the paramedics

blue and red strobe-alicious lightning these guys like to announce their presence

Should I move my car?

Alcoholic James gives diabetic Eddie

hootch

Someone calls 911

sister June lover of cats and brother Eddie

comes in and slugs room mate James the neglectful

POW

and the cops stand bACK

a broken hand for June and Eddie’s on vacation for a night

James better hide behind that tree.

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Bella and me

sitting on the stoop

eating homemade popsicles

strawberries, yogurt and SUGAR

(a little bit)

It’s a RED car day!

counting cars

a few silver ones sneak in

but the red cars have it that day

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They refused

to bury us

in the knotted masks of tall grasses

before setting fire to the cairn of chaff

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our children

lie dormant

as seeds of light

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we

as we were

are gone forever

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now

defying gravity

I am here to witness

love breathing

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through my own flesh

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IMG_1745painting: J.H. White 2007

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I want to thank my fellow traveler, Geo Sans. Even though it is a solitary journey, no one goes alone.

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