how one is my world

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scars don't show in the dark

the
rain
today
made
me
recall
my
first
teaching
position.
Churdan,
Iowa.
a
world
away
from
any
pulse.
but
there
i
was.
and
on
one
of
the
first
nights
there
i
drifted
from
my
apartment
atop
the
towns
idea
of
Iowa
chic
and
followed
the
neon
glow
of
light
caressing
its
object,
a
baseball
field,
with
warmth
and
purpose.
and
it
was
raining.
and
it
all
seemed,
well,
new,
and
fresh,
welcoming,
and
for
the
time
being
that
was
just
perfect.

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Somehow
the
citrus
blossoms
scent
drifted
here.
It
is
what
got
me
every-
time.
The
joyous
consciousness
of
renaissance.

dah-dah-dah-dahhh

Arriving
and
being
whisked
away
in
a
67'
Buick
Riveria
nicknamed
Silver
Cloud
the
silver
leather
upholestry
still
holding
warmth
with
window
down
and
desert
wind
rushing
in
my
ears;
The
thaw
began.
Sun
warmed
my
bones
and
magazines
piled
next
to
me.
There
was
friendship
picked
right
up
where
it
had
been
left.
And
laughter.
Lots
of
laughter.
Good
food
and
wine.
And
time
just
slightly
passed
until
I
folded
up
the
sun
in
a
neat
little
package
and
slipped
it
into
my
pocket.
And
cascaded
back
home,
unwrapped
it,
and
its
spirit
settled
in
a
place
where
I
knew
it
would
be
for
awhile.
And
under
my
breath
I
hum,
"Here
comes
the
sun."
And
then,
audibly
sing,
"dah-
dah-
dah-
dahhh."

Progress

The
sun
made
ice
snap
as
crows
cawed
in
the
background
and
drips
of
melting
snow
played
a
little
tune
and
growth
was
happening
it
always
is.