Nothing at the speed of cyberspace no one on-line just the melancholy metronome of hoof beats a passing carriage-- St. Louis before the war. Before the iron hammer of industry worked out of us the feeling of being new --ripe, like the apples in the big tree by the creek before the warping speed of the digital Age gave us the internet and virtual sex there was a modest orchard the indescribably sweet September breeze... On the white porch butterflies alight the old man squints into the sunset thinking of the adventure before him. Merriweather Clark half way home.
Reason for writing:
thoughts of a less complicated time nonetheless full of risk
and adventure, but clearer somehow... more focused on
natural forces... yet this is a snap shot of the 19th
century risk taker at rest half way thru his incredible
journey...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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