Saturday, August 27, 2016

Scorpio Over Roseburg

The sky is an open book inside the locked library of stars. Scorpio bakes its potatoes over Roseburg. There are pears galore, upside down light bulbs in the trees out back. The second one singing with such energy in the deer bedroom. Hen's nests but larger, in the stiff grasses where it's closer to Marney's place. We see the ghost fires he set. They were sudden, during the day. I saw his back through the black edges of the low flames as if he was only playing.

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