25 June 2002 - 10:30 p.m.
Three Thoughts on Distance
( Fugue Project Twenty-Four)
"Madeleine did literally feel like a different person as she and Cristi followed the track down to the old bridge that had once carried the main drive from the village to Drumveyn. In her mind she leapt and ran, though translated into action this might have been deflating. But just to walk out of the house like that, not to worry about her hair, whether the track would be wet or muddy, whether she would be warm enough. It sounded so absurd; she was glad no one would ever know how deeply these inhibitions had been rooted."
The Blood Already Running There
My hands claw out at
The struggle to stay
meet the middle western day with anything approaching
Dignity. . .
Across 950 miles,
The lines in italics are from Lew Welch's "Chicago Poem"
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