the_sun_goes_off_to_the_right pete my back to the farm, just sitting on the fence post waiting for the bus to come by. the frozen wind sweeps south from quebec, passing through the city to settle upon my back. her eyes open in my mind as i turn the pages of a tangential book in the midst of my studies, just sitting on the fence post waiting for the bus to come by. its just past dusk, the sun has set to the right though his rays streak brilliantly through my eyes. 051123 what's it to you? who go blather from