salient rides of car.
carrides.
The air thickened with presence, with promise
and pot; each mile thins lush space,
infertilizing time as if the extra seconds would
change anything.
If anything,
they just change just one thing:
the delay of
saturation, pink and smiling last night.
Today: salted, rolling.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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