The Fields at Night Were Alright And They Blew Over the Water.
The New Morning Monologue
There was a crackle by the furnace and that means that everything is alright. This (alright) could last only a few hours and there are 12 things to get finished in that time. Your Father left with a feeling of dishonesty and lack of discipline after the first time he felt alright. (By the heaters.) We used to feel alright before school when we would sit on the floor heaters in our old house, these are the ones that blow up hot air and if you in look down into them you can see down a hole that turns into blackness. One heater always blew more then the other (two in the dining room) and I'd let my sister have the warmer one and we would sit and pull our over-sized t-shirts over our knees so that a fabric capsule would be created and it would fill with blowing hot air. Our days would be filled with incredible well being, oatmeal and a gap for the heat to enter.
Suburban Guilt Victims
There are more of us than them and we can all come together when we need to. There is Mulch, Deportation, Syrup, Bulge, and Bellhops at disposal, but there already Seven holes in the head.
fig 1a Westing Light Blue/Blew, Hockey Rink in a new Rink Town
fig 1b Blueberry Field, Max Fisher, Wood Point
fig 1c Artist with Landscape, Where the Marsh was Won, Tantramar Marsh
Left Over From Last Year
First Movement
Brown shoes
choose
over orange
pair
socks
Second Movement
Wield story and throw
long long ago and
set traps for all the spiders sand boxing