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By chris Date: 2006 May 28 Comment on this Work [[2006.05.28.14.18.27950]] |
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I carry you with me - west on I-40, into the sun - and there is no power that could make it otherwise. Up ahead skies are clear, and there's nothing to be late for. Sixty-five hundred feet above sea level, 80 miles an hour, and there is no power that could make me want brown eyes mind heart soul other than yours. Engine running cool, sign says "Zero Visibility Possible" but I see nothing but road and mesa, brown and blue. I carry you here now always like hope, like the fragile memory of a dream made real for me, like the sailor lost in the tedium of his middle age carries always the memory of a green and wild sea. |