It's in the silent pause between "thanks for meeting me" and "I'll see you soon." All the words are tied up in blue ribbon. I could let them hang until they unwind like the telephone cord or I could just give them up in the twisted bunch to let someone else untangle the mess I …
mud swamps
creatures of the mud swamps,dreaming of ships that never cross the bar—only ships in bottles, no winds, no sails,feet trapped in derelict rigging,wedged in mud and water and grain,too far to reach the distant ocean,beaten by the heat of the red sun,waiting for it to set on the blue horizon,all that is left of a …
Dixie's Road Trip 