Wednesday, July 9, 2014

5558. FOUND IN HIGH RELIEF

FOUND IN HIGH RELIEF
My brother was the merchant of leaves, my sister
married herself. Everything else just sort of fell
into place : the dairy barn, the garage garden, and
me. Just like a clown. I kept my '49 Ford in the carport
for keeps, laughingly referred to as 'Betty'. Most
everyone else would say 'Betsey' but me.
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Lighting a match, the old way, in the wind, never
works. It's out before it's started, just like a satyr's
life. Just when you think it's catching to flare,
the wind dishevels a burn-out instead.

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