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12/23/06-Out of the snow cloud a solitary figure slowly appears resolute determined yet in the distance hardly significant at first the eddied flurries briefly tornadic around his upper torso his pinched visage serious with unconscious foreboding young he is and aware of his fit youthfulness the precision of his mental acuity his grace the sky gray the snow white about him and upon the hillocks and depressions of the rural landscape long forgotten now the spring planting summer baking of those luxuriant fertile fields or even the autumn harvesting of a record bounty like the voluptuous maiden daughter of a neighbor farmer her body the hay's long grains as her tresses passion-tossed sundered shorn and heaped upon the horse-pulled wagon the master's dogs excited running that and this way the birds in raucous frenzy flocked up and cheerfully hurled themselves on the disturbed bared land to feast there on scurrying thousands of small living morsels in a dank and mildly moldering dim-lit cellar the two shared a bottle of the lad's best port celebrating together life health and fecundity till a new being they'd created to burst forth her breasts dripping and milk swollen for the babe's ravenous suckling by the next fall feast days before the coming crusades these were years of merry easy and almost heedless plenty...
12/1/06-There's an oily sheen on my coffee our first rain in awhile snuck up on us the sun now beaming through cotton wad clouds my beard two days old again does not compensate for the hairs aloft lost to my comb this early morn the dog is disinclined to walk in the downpour the waiting garbage containers like so many gray soldiers standing guard hold position up and down the main and side streets of our neighborhood the clerk perky in a yellow blouse but her hair pulled back so severely it seems to stretch her face flesh taut answers doin' OK so far with an inviting smile when I ask how she is water drops on the deep green hanging over blades now unmown grass near the trailer park adjacent the bank my back has a new pain that holds me as might a mental ward straight-jacket resisting if I move beyond a narrow tolerance range my glasses' copper wire frames leave pale green corrosion on the inside of their case an orange brown leaf tiny and alone sits for a bit upon my windshield then with a wind puff is gone...
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