you have a right to know everything
I promise you... in this dream where
no one has died yet, one more precise
than light, picture, or any kind of fire
it's the one where we are wading into
the grasses in the deeps of the prairie
following only the swell of the song
tracing failing light and falling night
which is the same night as last week's--
a future passes from one week to the next
and we meet up now and then, the living
and the lost... before we carry on our way
Pic: We've had a few trees come down last week... I don't even recall any big storms or high winds, but I may have been in my own head and not paying attention. I snapped right back to attention when I heard estimates on how EXPENSIVE it is to have trees removed. At the end of the first day, there was this Stonehenge-y installation Max was delighted to pee on.
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