St. Mary's

I want to jump in the car and drive down the one lane highway some cool sunny morning, just as the mist is burning off.  I want to be hot by the side of the corn field, see the roadkill’s progress, startle a groundhog, disappear into the woods like I used to do instead of class. To linger on the hill by the big tree in the dark, under the moon, over the river.  The big sky. The smoke cloud around me.

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