I have a soul stretched thin by time and distance. Walking the streets of Austin I cant get it out of my mind. The very air itself hanging heavy was home. My family is no longer there but I feel I should be. Eating pecans on Pecan St. Drinking Lone Star in the Capitol. My brother and his dreams left Austin behind. Why am I the only one who still longs for that home. My California dream is Austin. That is my air to breathe, not the dusty air of SoCal. Don't get me wrong, I love the salty air of the Ventura coast, where I have watched life and death on the beaches. And that is the part of California I love. But I can never get that heavy air of Austin out of my mind.
Labels: Austin, California dream
posted by blu lamar @ 8:12 PM
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I tried to hangON to the Texan chaparral, tho' so young even that descriptive word heard, may not have had places in my mind. I literally remember pinching (our dachsund)Cricket's black shiney scrotum in our garage; & by the way he deserved it... I remember a gully back where ya'll road the mini-bike. The green creek is clear to me, & its comely look fooled me into thinking about its danger posed, as I was standing so close. I remember the dingey ass iceCream truck, & the solarity behind it as it appeared in the early evening around the nothing of 4:00 o clock perhaps, probably later.
For some reason and I have no idea why but this cityfied SoCA resident for my entire life kinda looks to Texas as a possible resting ground some time in the future. Between the friends in the Austin area and some I've met on-line that live in Brownwood or thereabouts, it just seems more home than this crazy city and state. Cahleefornia can't be our end stop...
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