Marvel at remains of Bussman family resort.
Armadillo, possum, blair witch project, pissing in the dark, iphone navigating.
Old stone benches, broken rake. Is there a UFO above us
or is it just the spotlight from exotic dancing joint nearby?
Who traveled these roads. Each time we get near the car,
the flashlight makes the license plate look like a tv,
as if we came upon a scary run down house,
through another dimension, with a man in flannel
holding a shotgun. But no. Car is there, safety.
Old stone bridge. Train bridge. Wood dark and risky.
Imagine blood long enough and you'll lose it by a scrape.
Sky, river, reflection, bent tree. Three musketeers wrapper.
At home. Soil and sunflower. Hummingbird brought me
to 3 years old. Can't see its wings, like it's a tube of feathers,
and it floats.
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