buy me a car
i'll drive you to Philadelphia
where we'll float
along the Schuylkill
into the hills
high above Manayunk
we'll pitch my tent at Valley Forge
the camp fire will warm us
George Washington slept here
with our nation's flag
sipping coffee near the turnpike
the chocolate donut uneaten in his hand
i'll smoke a pipe in my red robe
you'll answer your cell phone
while the tourist stands on a cannonball
saluting the Revolutionary Army
invading the King of Prussia Mall
pushing their shopping carts
in front of the angry eyes of security
and the car could be any model you choose
a mini or a maxi or a big blue suede Cadillac
with bull horns angled on the front bumper
reminding us of the wide open spaces
long gone
but maybe in our memory
we'll go our own separate ways
i'll pull up my stakes
you'll put on your Indian dress and wear
the feather you found on a nature walk
the Delaware River might be a better place
for me to go, i said
you said i should hurry
the tide was about to change
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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