precipice-footed ridges
Above Ventana Creek, that jagged country which nothing but a
falling meteor will ever plow; no horseman
Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged
ones, no one will steal the eggs from this fortress.
it's Sunday and the clocks are all set...I rested well last night and dreamed I was flying..
but I was taken with Saturday...it was a beautful day..low traffic on 101 so I went into Santa Barbara to shop..first Sears for some household go-daddies..new pots and pans and towels..I don't wash towels I just replace them...I love Sears..good stuff at good prices..and the ladies section is just full of bras and panties.. I always take a walk thru that because it is just hypnotic thinking about where and on whom those items will end up..
then I go to Big-5 for some socks and things...I usually buy cheap binoculars but this time I bought a pair of Nikons....the floor model at 10% off...wow what a difference..these are awesome I can see the beaks of eagles with these..such clarity and no more cheapo ones for me...I go to pay for the stuff and the gal at the check- out counter is tall young blonde and beautiful and she asks me if I'm going camping...I said no but now that she mentioned it maybe I will....these young women have such strange powers...I had a Big-1 for her!!!
Humanity has multiplied, but not here; men's hopes and thoughts
and customs have changed, their powers are enlarged,
Their powers and their follies have become fantastic..
so then I went thru Hope Ranch to see Snoop or Wendy but nope..the city is repaving the streets over there after about twenty years! I like the old streets..it's more rustic....
the wife.. I wonder if she buys her underwear at Sears?
To know that his needs and nature are no more changed in fact
in ten thousand years than the beaks of eagles.....
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