Sent: 2/23/2003 9:50 PM
from my home i walked alone on the gravel road bare feet against the prickling stone of the road that seemed to go on and on straight to the flat delta horizon and more beyond as dusty wind rouged my brown cheeks and nipped tears from my eyes pulling white streaks feeling so weak but still walking forward towards my seek daddy of a boy who was far too meek to the community yes i'm walking towards the shop that one that was plastic yellow where the tractors pulled round and dogs are barking by the trailors and i'm walking right past it hearing the waves of the hands shout and laugh see-ya-laters alligators scowling potatoes man i wasn't getting very far and it sure would be faster by car faster to go where and that's when i said darn where could i be alone out on this farm
