3 February 2008. Gray cloud mass with tiny plane--fuselage and wings, ghost of Werner von Braun. Yellow pulse of sun, wishing to push through, two flap-wing swallows lead the way.
Las parejas. Two by two. The Honda coupes, for example, on a quiet Sunday lot. One black, the other deep maroon. Patient. Couples walking--side by side--mittens and ear muffs on this brightened day...
Rain and the past. Layers of wet mulch under dripping pear limbs. Alyosha's hide-away. His leonine form also in the wet, moored in slumber along back wall of house. "He wants to." What other response? This being his wish...
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