we could meet up on 82

about a mile east of the turn;

atop the hill,

say, 6 o’clock.

there is a spot i know, where,

aside from too much traffic,

dusk happens violently over a cornfield glen.

without regard for erie’s clouds,

the prism divides clumps of earth,

violets the drifts of snow.

you could take some pictures.

really, you should.

i’ll bring some paints and two auspicious hats,

so the passersby think us official.

BRING A COAT.

the noreaster protects the view

from people like us who, on occasion,

meet up on 82 around 6 p.m.

to attempt vain imitations.

Have a great weekend.  Do something worth doing again.