This is the last of these Red Dawn mornings. Skinny trees and their big shadows, the grievous angel rides beside me. Waiting for the para troopers as sun hits the cellar windows. Listening to country music thinking about the country. Cal ifornia Calif ornia. Ocean pool cold and blue. Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels. First winter shower, let them call me Ausländer.
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