23 May 2003 -
1:04 p.m.
Gray and smooth.
The sky hovers like a sheet
drifting down onto a mattress.
My car is waiting
like a bulldog.
Happy and dangerous and sloppy.
Wet with the rain, and the tiny yellow flowers falling from the maple trees.
It always waits even if I can't find it.
The key to happiness.
Joy let off its leash.
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