God shot the light into 9 o’clock clouds like a low battery beam on me.

Arrows slice. Sun slats in on us. I bump fists with the Statue of Liberty as buses pass with dirty sides and messages written. He asked me, “You don’t got a car yet?” I replied, “I don’t need one. I don’t have far to go.” Re-runs have been running often, since January two years back. Back in the truck after knocking Bambi down, “Desperado”, followed by, “Stuck in a Moment and You Can’t Get Out of it” instantly play in a rock block fist bump of their own. I blew the knee out, sighed, walked around, sat down, bit into a generic vanilla sandwich cookie and stared at the early drapery.

-djg

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