necessary_to_reunite_them crOwl in this i see a small part of who i am; the one who carries a heavy, wet load of double shredded hardwood bark in the back of his ford ranger. the tires are low in air pressure like his own, guttural lungs. he's been coughing for days now. he stops at the place of his labour. the garden of an eye surgeon whose daughters come out of their mansion and "work" with him. they blush innocently and listen to his stories about rillian and his crowl. immersed in a concentrated education that has already placed them on a lofty road to eminence, they offer him snippets of their own eloquent imaginations and feed his fire. he digs tulip bulbs eight inches into the soft soil, point up. they somehow remind him of a kiss. he holds one in his earth-stained fingers and marvels of the beauty that is contained within. yet, for it to bloom in april it must suffer over the winter. he sets it in its place like leading his daughter to her bed. he covers it with soil, a blanket. he tucks her in and sings until she pretends to fall asleep. for while she lays in the darkness all of the world's problems are solved. no fear. he works until the truck is empty and then drives home, into the full moon. always visible, never attainable. he is pining for those he loves, scribbling words in the dying light of the shortened day. and when finally, the asphalt snake winds him back to the beginning, he smells the fine dinner his wife has made him. maybe wild salmon. maybe grass fed beef, lamb, or buffalo. or just nachoes with aurtoro's salsa verde and chipoltle sauce. it's all so good, this weird life he lives. this reality show. his chihuahua barks a hearty welcome and wags a curled-tailed greeting of affection. three siamese cats play at being feline furniture. his daughter smiles and says hey. she's film editing today. tomorrow it could be wood carving. she has suddenly grown stunningly beautiful. a flower in the height of its bloom. he hears the tinkle of bath water which his wife draws for him. it is a lovesong. he sees her cooking. she turns and says hey. she asks him the questions he loves to answer. he goes up to her and in some way they reconnect. come together. usually it's his touch first. it's always necessary to reunite them. 041104 ... mourninglight the dark and the day the lonely and the not alone myself, and my notself to no longer walk around town with a chill riding up my legs. to be really warm again 041104 ... auburn I don't understand why you never just loved me that way I loved you. 081108 what's it to you? who go blather from