spending a brisk rugged day in the green chevy astro van
content to let pass unproductively... reading an old 1977 who’s who in baseball book
taking a couple of hard naps which don’t make me feel rested
I’d tell you about my dream but it didn’t make any sense
I’ll tell you instead about my life that doesn’t make any sense
listening…. off and on to a radio I got at railroad salvage
masking tape holding the batteries in
the rain drips and drops on the roof from the oak trees I’m under
cool and rainy tonight...beautiful
then the thunder rocked and the storm rolled in
started raining so hard it sounded like a dump truck
was dropping a load of rocks on top the van
rain let up about 2, fell asleep
I never take the sunrise for granted but there it was
went for a walk and the campground looked like a deVlaminck painting
colors splashed everywhere
reflecting in puddles on the muddy road
from last night's shower
looked like a Hopper painting in the sense
that there wasn’t anybody else around and it looked lonely
