tabbycat

we wandered over this precious quilt of acreage

in our all tooignorant youth

we didn’t really know

at that point

how bleak and grey the rest of the

world would be

i strolled barefoot

hand in hand with thomas

oblivious of the attending bacterium

over gentle green hills

where cows had recently grazed

where potentialy magic

mushrooms grew

another time

with david

there was an abandoned house near the edge

of one of those pastures where

we kissed

and i recalled the mansion before it burned away

and how its coloumns were virginal white

and that the dark cool interior seemed

interesting

and inviting

but papa wouldn’t give me the fifty cent admission fee

later still

with closest friends

we waded through the clearest streams just above

the foot friendly point where

they cascaded gorgeous and sparkling

over water smoothed stones into what was

really a river

but each and every expedition to this green green

hidden away

long ago

farmland

began with the

forks of cypress

which stood as though guardian

as though sentinel over what was left

At this point I have to go because my non-Alabamiam partner has interrupted this little happy sojourn to listen to his flood evacuation plan for the next mis-managed disaster.

Dang.

be Back Soon.