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monolog by devin wayne davis A middle aged man is dressed up; relaxing his spirit in the wild, he's unshaven; this weekend on a mountain trek. Ah ... it's just as TV had said ... these woods remind him to recycle or, perhaps, vaguely of a good book he read once; but, too soon forgot. What was that? (insert a cool latin tongue) Ancestors ... bears or wolves? Never mind, his head is gray, white and blue-- clear as Feung Shui --like the sky above, where a dizzy god races lazy hawks & eagles, and winged things even more specific; the trees ... bushes ... their names given them by Thoreau; bending over, to see his own reflection in a pond, ripples ... losing turquoise Indian chokers. © devin wayne davis « Home | Contributor Notes » |
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