My friend Tom is forever my normal:

my macbook is still partially charged with free solar electricity from da petes' farm in ulupalakua, upcountry maui. went for a long weekend retreat, extending the surfmonk metaphor to their remote mountainside enclave, for all practical purposes a monastery, as far as i was concerned ... sank gratefully into cool, almost chilly nights cozy in bed alone. communed with the fruit trees, flowers, pigs, the horse; but especially the dogs, some of whom came lovingly to me from my dreams: the big black dog and the big white dog, who in my dream turned from one to the other, appeared on maui side by side before me, begging their alms of affection, nurturing my spirit in return. came on the heels of a night pilgrimage a couple weeks before, up to the top of makapu'u to view the perseid meteor shower, the elusive pleasure of stars shooting across the heavens. now it is late august already and feels like it, even here in hawai'i. the angle of the sun is unmistakable. surfed with turtles today.

Love you, Tom.

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And thanks, Linda, for inspiration.

Love you, Linda.

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Our State Fair is a Great State Fair

A transvestite
stumbled
down
the
dusty path
With
low-rise
acid
washed
jeans
on
a
fuschia
thong
peeking
out
and
a
face
that
looked
so
seperate
from
the
rest
that
I had to look.
Both
of
us
trying
to
discover
what
had
been
lost.

"Happiness is wanting what you have."
Dalai Lama

and here you are again

how
strange
and
welcoming
it
is
when
a
scent
or
a
certain
word
or
a
song
takes
you
to
another
time
and
there
you
are
maybe
ten
years
ago
now
and
it
is
summer
and
your
heart
is
full
and
to
hear
that
song
again
actually
makes
me
realize
how
freeing
it
was
to
let
go
of
my
hold
and
let
the
wind
carry
me
where
it will.

real good

Conversations
in
Minnesota
always
lead
to
the
weather.
It's
important
to
the
culture.
Survivalist
mentality.
So,
with
80's,
and
sunshine,
and
low
humidity
the last
three
days
and
forecasted
more
of
the
same
into
the
weekend-
little
was
said.
I
rode
my
bike.
Discovering
that
newspapers
and
a
wet gym
towel
will
protect
eggs
in
a
back-pack.
And
hairy
legs
sticking
out
from shorts.
And
where
all
the
cracks
are.
And
brown
grass.
And
noticed
that
the
scent
of the
air
was changing.
The
intensity
of
the
sun.
Ripening
tomatoes.
Crickets.