| Mighty mo We cross the mighty mo at 8:29 the sweltering night. That summer heat is still upon us, like butter on toast. Stinging sunburned stomped such. Our faces are crimson. Aloe vera in abundance, abundantly available. Omaha feels so far away, that long van ride to Omaha. La paz, feliz, amor. Characteristics that we want in everyone, only to receive in no one. Dust grows in the air as the wind gains speed. Naked feet line the paths. Water trickles from the spicket. Breaking free is what he wants. A cocoon cracks and a beautiful being enters upon us all. |