a scene from whatever this all is

It was a trip which was essential, one supposes,
Though the notion that one must parse
Which forays into the outdoors
Require self-justification
(If we are short on milk, can one linger on
To peruse beer or chips, or gaze longingly
At the ground beef and chicken breasts
Priced into the lofty realm of the luxury item?)
In the midst of this reverie upon the new regimen,,
I turned onto a side street, where I happened to see
A young girl dipping a small wand
Into a non-descript bottle,
And as the implement came forth,
Great globular soap bubbles appeared
Huge unrestrained things,
Floating onward and upward without care nor constriction,
And though the child was suitably masked,
It took no more than the quickest glance into her eyes
To know her smile was every bit as beatific
As any enjoyed by our mothers or grandmothers
Or any such progeny as may come to be
In what one hopes will be better times.

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[h d e rushin]

I ventured into Popeye's outrageously long line for their fabled chicken sandwich and the girl behind the mask at the drive thru was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. My indulgence to beauty is both a burden as well as overwhelming. Abraham prayed in Genesis xxiv15 for the right girl and when Rebekah came forth she did exactly what was expected. She offered him a drink as well as offered to water his camel. Her "wand" was the often embroidered, worn broadcast of dedication. like those people during the "dust bowl" who left Oklahoma in search of that ungovernable freedom (after choosing wheat cultivation over cattle) that defies resolution. My paternal grandmother died before I knew she liked to bite the people in Hospice. The spirit realm you speak of, I cannot argue......dana

[Delmar Cooper]

I never liked horror movies. My Saturday silver went towards the west and the heroes who lived there. Now we live in a horror movie, the Night/Day of the Walking dead or at least the febrile wounded. We still have heroes, that's a relief. We need to crowd fund them horses, and right soon I think.

I see your writing everywhere -in my family, among friends, things are closing in.