THIS LIFE GOES
NICELY ALONG
Without having to know where to turn, there
appears nowhere to move, nothing to get to,
and little to do. The stars above me start
calling down - that's when I know it's most
over. The man in the brown cap - I call him
Fragrant Freddie, because he always smells
like manure - is tending some cows while
adrift by the barn. I like the scene, it's painterly,
in these mountain-hollow half-dark ways. I
feel like Chagall - those leaping animals
and flying cows too.
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Freddie's wife's name is June. Like the
month. A great name for sunny things.
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