MISHMASH OF KENNEL NOISE
It's charming morning at the edge
of the world : dark skies vomit
lightning and the fierce wind blows.
It's all something like a reverse-oasis,
but it's not. I'm about to ride the
Caribou Express.
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Up along the hillside, the vacation
homes are empty - left idle four
months ago at least but more like
years. Simple fact, like Yogi said,
'That place is too crowded; no one
goes there anymore!'
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Those teasing lines, funny quips:
Oranges hanging from clothespins
on some fiberglass, white, twine?
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