the miles fly by
a waterfall a cat
on its back purring
gesturing looking at me
I am comfortable
among old friends
new family familiar
thinking easily wrought
a strange noise
under Bicky's Volvo
loosely plan to meet
if not now then later on
San Francisco
still here where left
turned out Cambodian
after a week of sunny days
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