Dreaming
of the summer
night sounds
of a
girl
and a boy
the crickets
sing
in my head
and out the window
she moves
he moves
they are awkward
and perfect
in the dark of the barn
in the night of my soul
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Monday, November 2, 1998
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