Movie on the Same WayP.F. Potvin
Plus or minus the weather, he knows everyday as the same way, a quarter mile up the winding hill, steps repeated to use a computer, taken in the same time and gait until today, stopping, he counts thirty-seven birds stiffprancing like newly freed fence posts acting as though they had been there all along, but no, they must have been released from a Hollywood scene, the set of Blue Velvet where a woman turns toward him in the theater shade, places her hand on his arm, says characterstyle, "Oh Jeffery, look, the robins have returned."
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