upon the sea.

and the boat finds itself upon the sea. lifted, tired, and shot to the sky. no longer lost to the dry arms of the land, it lunges and moves forth, swallowing the giant water; a no legged beast on the earth. and like the boats, tomorrow we ride. tomorrow {sunday that is} {today? my god, am i still awake?} we make our way from santa rosa to davis. the wheels spin their constant chatter. the buzzing of bees. a school of shiny fish between the black rubber. minnows darting. the slow crawl to nevada. utah. colorado. maine. yes, our work here is done. one last night in a bed for now.

oh the immeasurable deliciousness of a comfortable bed.

Posted by jeff pitcher at June 6, 2004 12:04 AM

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