seen. and i probably look very
California right now, with my olive-green khakis,
wrinkled white button-down shirt, sandals
("Jerusalem Cruisers," i once heard them called),
shaggy hair and scraggly beard (plus my whole
"south-of-the-border" thing i have going on). but i am not in
California - i am in Michigan in April; April is not
a state in the union but a state in being; Michigan is
not a nation but a dream—a hand made up of fingers
and each finger holds a different dream—mostly involving
leaving from this place, which i guess is its only charm.
regardless of where we are we are being—being as in being one
like Estlin proclaimed again and again; not to nit-pick,
but lower case is not his name—he is the big maker
of such little things and i will spread his word like gospel because
(like your California) he was my hometurf for so many years.
California gives you daymares
while Michigan only gives me dreams (because i had nothing else).
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