Coyote

Over and over the beautiful edge
I'm about to learn the way in.
I know there is one.
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...one thing, I don't understand,
so many pretty women in Avalon
an i'm just one man.

"Avalon My Hometown"
The Mississippi John Hurt version.
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The rocks are especially attractive today. I mean the stones along the road.

And the ceanothus in its greasy pride, fixing nitrogen.
Also the alley. An old fence both light and dark in the late afternoon.
There is great variety even among brick walls.
The dove lighting in the sycamore on a bare crotch. Leaves are just beginning.
How can the cedar make N street look like a mountainside?
By not looking down. Just cedar and sky.
I have strange masurbatory fantasies while standing in the light rail queue. They don't involve the people standing close to me, or even in sight.
Or even people really.