Late Summer Scraps

Twice, without trying,
I've passed that burned-out house.  It
will probably end up in my dreams, instead of your red hair.

20. Who do you miss most?
J or myself.  It's hard to say which one.

Driving through cottonwood fluff at not-quite warp speed.
Clouds on the horizon like frozen explosions.

49. What's the furthest you've been from home?
I think 14 years in Lawrence, KS beats Athens.

Every dark tree sounds like a lunar landing.