Purple barrels populate his dreams,
enough to threaten confusion -
remnants of strange sightings in the foothills:
immense bird-like contraptions
orange, with leathery projections
unlike any seen in the northeast.
Staves are choreographed and bronzed.
Forcing calamity, he takes to the corduroy
roads surrounding the aquifer
incidental to cartographers.
Nothing has been leaked to those in the
know - a centuries-later Google search would yield.
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Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison |