early this mornin just after homemade dark coffee, you drove me to playalinda beach with your right hand on my left knee and the other, limp wristed on the steerin wheel, on our way from the bridge between the highway and the hammock trail, i soared half my body out the sunroof with my arms spread wide, pelican-like, open palms toward the blue topaz sky,…
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