Memorial Day Weekend
Sunday, May 25, 2008
The horse show is in town. Past my garden the horses clop, the carriages roll, the big-hatted women wave. There's the smell of hay in the air, chewed grass, popcorn salts, heated oil, and at night the Ferris wheel scrapes the near-earth emanations of the moon. We're just community, this time of year. Striving toward nothing but living the blue-sky day.
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