The Grand Canyon lay supine
beyond the senses I stopped
on the side of the road and the radio
was off a hawk flew over my head
I'd never heard wings beating so close
you can't reach and touch the Painted Desert
and the San Francisco Peaks stand still
until you pass them but the steady wingbeat
focused my attention I could hold it
for a moment can't you close your eyes?
and see how you are holding there
the shadows on the sun?
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Reflections of a Transylvanian Yankee in LA-LA land.
I am not a gymnast.
- Hollywood Trembles
- Good cop. Last word. Cool hand. Proud foot. Soft shoe.
Hello/Goodbye
The whole verse from Gillian Welch's song "I Dream a Highway" is:
Sunday morning at the diner
Hollywood trembles
on the verge of tears
I watched the waitress
for a thousand years
Saw a wheel within a wheel,
heard a call within a call
I dreamed a highway back to you.
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1 comment:
I love the "I'd never heard wings beating so close" verse, it has something enlightening and mystical in it (in a good way). xo
P.S. It's the chicken.
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