Posted: August 13th, 2009, 7:29 am
Things are good, Dino. The rivers run. The sky still comes right down to the ground. The wind still bothers the dust. An old man plays on the piano a tune about never having seen New Orleans. My woman bets on horses she knows nothing about & she wins. Flush or broke the heart still beats and the land breathes under my feet the way it did before I got here and will continue to breathe on the same after I've gone. Hope things are good for you too.