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home made me think of home
now i wonder where is it?
when i am traveling
my center rests above and just behind the whirr of a flying machine

sometimes, as when it rains or storms
all of the rest of me extends to create a shield
to deal softly with the threatening elements
protecting me from the ragged edges of their fury
while allowing me to be absorbed into the center of their splendor

splendor

i almost wouldn’t use the word
but it so vividly describes being inside a ravaging hailstorm
with a double rainbow setting down twenty miles due south of me
and my flying machine
as we spin seventy miles per hour worth of water off the back tire
as a quarter inch of that water floats us a quarter inch above that east bound highway

that was ‘crossing the utah border’ by stephanie . it just created itself for you to provide an image for your senses

maybe this purple pen really works

80s . from a letter