that night was the worst sound
the sound that reminds us like recent post but negative that everything is possible
you make your life
last night's theme (after recycling) was 'race for survival'
this night, land. the land we inhabit
got home from a nice walk on the hill, beautiful night, quiet, lovely, and there was a candle burning on the porch. a little light from a friend.
there's this one guy in the neighborhood, he must live here too. he's young, like me, he has that always drunk look, even when he is probably not. there goes the shopping cart sound, and the guys on cruiser bikes with no lights, and the single people, some with six packs, some just walking home.
the older guy on the segue (segway?) came by yesterday with his boombox but i didn't catch the song. you know he's been around. did not see whether or not he was carrying his puppy.
the skateboarder.
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