having ice cream with you in the evening, in bed, is better than the first snow, though it may fall carefully and apologetically, better than the apple pie I bought on the road to Chicago, better than the crackle from the radio fading in & out on the way from an all-night jazz station, maybe because no one was there but great mystery, maybe because I had no one to tell it to, maybe because I've fallen for you.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
having ice cream with you in the evening, in bed, is better than a cold corona on a hot summer day in rome, better than the night in a tavern in athens, better than the morning I drove through the fog in mississippi even when the sun shone through the mist, better than appraoching the shining lights in vegas at 7 am having driven all night in utah, better than the cold, wet dew of arkansas
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