low expectations lifted by flowers figs plums beans grapes peas care punctured by tribal cars hogs mislabeled serbian when I say East you say Van! the Hall of the Slain propels us back grid now uninspire gardeners inspire pallet collectors hog tinkerers artificial sod almond......
bewildermentyes bafflementboth amnesiacollectiveours when did we walk? whence did we stop? on Mathieson Crescent we seek our past here along Red Alder there on Black Cottonwood trails and memory trace a fence, a house, a clearing red and yellow plums overlay activate our journey Milk......
travel after so long ripped out of a cocoon one and a half years in the making into another cocoon the rumbling kind never mind that it’s flying...