RW2

and I remembered riding the back of the old pickup ... garbage duty? Temporary Additional Duty? I stepped off the back of the truck. My feet hit the ground. The Eagle had not yet landed --
	my head my shoulders my chest continued		forward
a solid blood-tearing whack!
proving once again that Fr. Haselbauer and Isaac Newton had been right all along; one could not stand, successfully, against the Laws of Physics --
		I fought the Law and the Law won
no matter; I've buried the small scar I still wear beneath a thick crop of greying beard ... and Paintball Heat ... displaced the old Divine Heart Seminary

Awakening ...

The faeries wake
and labor long hours into the night
painting the rainbow
and the colored autumn leaves
and the too-soon-rising sun,
that all might readied be
for the coming day ...

No sound.

Rain. A breeze.

No baying hell-hounds.

It snowed at Kendallville, last year

... and we had a schedule to keep ...