Sunday, March 6, 2016

sometimes the lonely exaggerate significance but they know when they connect. we met late in life. zach reminds me of my dad here.
dad's middle name was zachary.
had another flying dream. a big bad dude was chasing me in the country but i stayed just out of his giant reach and outwitted the brute. my arms were stiff when i woke and i had to pee like a pent-up dog.
i remember. flying dreams.
i remember so many things. the smell of evergreens.
z look.
z lookout.
the smell of evergreen,
it's hard to leave.

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