georgia milky way hill

and i flew
i flew higher than i ever had
smooth in the thin blue sky
sparklys all around and river clouds
i came down and cruised charleston
cracked black windows and a corvair
“wot choo wont, mister?”
i ate him
sweet promenade of green souls
the air is delectable electric and clean
six kids in a field flying kites
a barn and a whickering old horse
“martha, go home” i whispered
and she sprang up and away
a novel written and put away
the smallest moment of true love
a pressed flower from the one night
empty ferris wheels flicker to life
and then georgia milky way hill

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