[Also from the drafts folder]
On Gettysburgh
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Look out fields, the weather is a touch tonight
and I may have to weigh you down to see the stars.
The chill in the air is tantalizing, though you wish
it would stop me; oh field, you want to stop us all
don't you, you little fucker?
Beaches! You are down the street and I have yet
to kick you in those white teeth with sandals!
This evening I might have; this evening all the kids
might have, but there is work for us so early
in the morn' in the morn'.
Lincoln! Your Gettysberg address was nothing
tonight the weather and the touches of her hand
are indistinguishable; all the music is perfect
and I am driving quickly down the interstate
so late at night; the wind lifts my car like wings.
Just kidding Lincoln, you were pretty damn cool.
-e.
