June 2019

Escondido*

Escondido*   Raymond doesn’t know his own name.He speaks Spanish, prefers his coffee black. I am waiting a train, to go home, to Eastport in Maine.I can feel the dew rising. Escondido is waking.On the grill eggs are scrambling. The aroma of day. A dog’s watching from not far away.A girl with black hair, pony […]

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