Stone River

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Gratitude for the invitation.

Gratitude for the stones.

Gratitude for the sweet friendship.

Thank you

Thank you

Thank

You

 

 

 

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Low thready January sun.  Rolling hills of pale gold.  Freshening westerly breezes.  Cows with mascara.

And not one single bird.

 

  

 

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While I wait for my brother to arrive for a Sunday dawn breakfast at our favorite diner, the sun rises over my left shoulder.  White houses across the street turn a pale rose.  A herring gull passes by overhead with colors of the tropics on her belly instead of the austere snow white.  

I watch like a dog out the driver's side window for his car.. 

 

 

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Sun at my back.  

 

Tide almost-high.

 

Hood up against light and variable breeze.

 

The sea throws lace curtains at my feet.

 

I miss my camera.

 

 

 

 

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You didn't put up a Stone yesterday.

Yes I did.

No, you didn't.  You're a day behind.

It's up there.

No it isn't.

Yes, it is.

 

 

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The late afternoon sun slants in and turns the chop to gold.  Common Eiders and Mallards follow the rise and fall of their world with little apparent concern.  Herring gulls wheel overhead.  Lobster boats steam back into the harbor.  The wind rattles St Jude's rigging and stings my gloveless hand.  

These are things he'll never notice again.

 

 

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Ubuntu is a well-meaning friend who comes over to help you put together your back yard deck.  He brings with him his thirty five inch yardstick, a tack hammer, and some tape. 

 

Ubuntu is a safe house far from the hell of Windows.  The house is sturdy, but the roof leaks a little bit, and the windows are a bit drafty.  Any appliances you had in your old house won't work here, and the ones they do have mostly, kinda sorta work.

 

Here's to well-meaning friends and safe houses.

 

 

 

 

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The night fog turns sodium lamps into small suns and trees into spectres 

 

 

 

 

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Scrape of shovel on Indiana stone.  Soft crump of landing snow.  Step.  Scrape.  Crump.  Step.  Scrape.  Crump.  Two yards over,  neighbors scream at a TV set.  Step.  Scrape.  Crump.

 

 

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Set the choke. Advance the throttle to maximum.  Push the black rubber fuel pump button five times.

Pull the starter cord ten times.  Beast belches black smoke,  roars to life,  and is hungry for snow.

 

 

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