In the dirt
in the space
under the pines
A town planner toils
roads and structures
stone walls of gravel
Peeled silver maple helicopters
the product in the matchbox trucks
roads of mud bulldozed into the hardtack
an overpass, an engineering feat itself
twigs, needles, sculpted to support and frame
a corduroy road in miniature
Glass of lemonade or cool aid
Building homes of Lincoln Logs
Tunnels and moats
a plan, cityscape
of my own creation
8/24/04 20:54, 21:32
8/25/04 19:30
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Monday, August 30, 2004
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