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[theflyingjepepe]

i think; backwards
finding that old house of leaves

some strong breeze is still there
stirring up my Self;

sounds here today remind me of travels with Mom, looking for colleges
finding in small places that impeccable dream of reinvention
;;
the bees at Bard, the castly Vasser,

and then the rest - driving through NewYork
sunlight bending its yellow knees
to touch the late summer afternoons
sandwiches wrapped in paper in small town delis
books in the car; thoughts streaming outside

a happiness
which is specifically American but
not Generally America

it's an irony i have to withstand
for the sake of keeping
that most profound lucky golden feeling of Home intact