where the leaves on the side of I-65 seem to be already thinking autumn-wise. There was a white corvette with painful red leather interior, an afternoon on W Fourth where the streets are ready for a later-fervor and just up the road, all sharply-ironic, Ryan Adams will be singing tonight. I drove away from Ryan A. b/c that's the kind of genius-knot with which I'm tied.
In other news I wrote a poem in response to Danielle's poem. Maybe I'll post it and someone can respond to my poem about Danielle's poem which mentions another poem. Or should we start a new stone in the water and the group of us (you know who you are Poets, Emus, Countrymen) can ripple out.
Any takers?
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So you came to Louisville and didn't call. What's the meaning of that.
OH Chicky, my Louisville story will make you laugh. I spent a good portion of the day in the Old Louisville Cafe and all I got was this fantastic (our) green t-shirt and very, very aggravated. And, a bit of novel material. It was last minute and so very Kartsonis. BUT I did note that one Chicky and one Intagliana have some serious (alldaysister!) thrifting to do. That is one hip town from which you herald. NOW write me a haiku. Get everyone you know to go right over to Hot Emu Luv and give us some sugar.
I know all the big hidden away thrifties too. Hmmm. You better bring your book over.
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