The calm before the storm. Got coffee and a campfire on a beautiful Monday morning. It's late August now and, well, we all know the ride that is ahead. August for me represents change at different times of my life. 1979, a thriving Montfort road in Maine is instantly a ghost town and everyone walks away. 1974, the home I always knew changed suddenly and my parents who had been separated for a year and a half suddenly in this incredible conversation that was not even them, got back together. 78, that 13 year old crossover. Big coming of age changes in Sept/Oct, but in August you could feel them coming. When I used to write poetry some 35 years ago I had a term for this feeling: "in season, on the wind". In 82, August’s gravity was very strong on Chucks Circle in front of a campfire. In 83 I knew I was Texas bound. Can I ever imagine who I would be and the regret in my heart if I had not done that? August 86, as my migratory plan to leave Texas began. August 87 my decision ...
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