Familiar Terrain

D) Antique drive-in Umpqua Valley. Neon burger asks,"You want fries with that?"
J) Golden cylanders of hay. I think of Rumpledtilskin and the needle prick I got on my index finger last night.
D) Trees tinged with Autumn stretch their shadows in the afternoon sun.
J) Mt. Nebo here, too. Seems more apt than our church next door.
D)The signs say: "Roseburg, Edenbauer, Westernwings, Fast and Free."
J)Rider asks, "Mom? Where do hotels live?" An eddy of black cows in a river of flaxen grass.
D)Passing hay caravan in the slow lane. Golden caravan of dead grass.
J)"Drown, stir, drown. Prevent forest fires." It is better when the dead along the road are unrecognizable, particularly on the return.



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