sky-diamonds

flashing the peace sign
out the drivers window
to mica at road-edge
while moving the loaded car
from one spot
to another
_______

trish and i laughing about
her handful of greasy duckmeat
colliding with my finger
at the butcher block
she’s vegetarian trish explains
_______

sky-diamonds glimmering
against inkblue night
_______

the little (huge) tradition mica and i have
of slipping each other farewell and welcome home
notes/drawings
_______

though i have succeeded in packing light
i still can’t decide about whether or not
to bring the tarot cards (which always travel with me)
and whether to bring the utilitarian baseball cap
or the rainbow tiger stripe sequin cap

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