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Diesel Eddy  

Book three of impromptu trilogy.

  The Evening Light Behind an Unlocked Gate


If we could anticipate the sway as a music
drifting where we had favored to rest, allowing
our desires to graze unhobbled, untended—which
that afternoon had seemed uneasy, uncertain

of some ill-fitting new thing now included
in the locale.  As an essence of being—inarticulate
dispute—as the child of an emigrant, or
the son of two beings traveling away from

those unremarkable brown hills always rising upon
the traveled horizon, moving toward that place
where a pact is made and duly broken with a few
virile statements of contempt voiced in a dusty bar;

we then sat and for a long while trained our eyes
on some women dancing in something-less-than panties
      or less.



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