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Exodus Revisited - Part Two
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Exodus Revisited - Part Two |
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Sunshine
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Exodus Revisited ~ Part Two leaving CA roots second time, remainders of one’s family left behind on purpose, tugging at the binds~that~tie before, always a promise in hand, now, promises in the wind road to Heaven lies easterly still, still, western culture having once seen Kansas, no fear, only questioning how to hold firm in Kansa winds tie it down, somehow mulch it ~ wondering, would this transplant take… first overnight in Nevada, two kids, one cat, one dog, a couple spent, leaving animals in room, to rest, quickly, eat supper, upon return stare… panicked dog, a lap’s pet, harboring fears unknown, in desperation dug through carpet to find its family… $50 added to morning’s bill lessons learned, don’t leave dog alone, leave someone behind, bring food back…no chastisement except on ourselves… Salt Lake City, C’B’d plans to stop, let kids dip toes in buoyancy, asking “what’s that dark we see on shoreline….” a voice like God’s breaker, breaking in “folks, don’t let the kids in the water, those are saltflies it’s not safe, be well,” then disappeared into space, as voices do…so we only stopped to stretch legs, take memories held in Polaroid travel on to see a shyster taking us up and in, as I drove forward in camper, dark blonde, single woman with two kids cat, dog, while he, behind me, didn’t come, U-Drive-It still gassed by diesel…. owner and real operator of stop, motioning me forward, giving hand signals as if I, a passenger flight of hundreds in tow, shaking his head as if, oh so, stressing at my plight convincing husband who strode up in hindsight that “she must have felt problems with the steering” wondering myself if I had dreamed last hundred miles, what was he talking about… we were about to be scammed…. in a tourist’s town… he convinced him, “stay overnight” parts needed ordering walked cross highway, where off-season rates greeted us, beautiful place… good thing he talks to others, found out of historical scams still, staying overnight, surroundings soothed, skimming cream off of potential misadventures for he had returned, tore up the ticket, saying “we’ll trust our luck…” not leaving four or five C’s behind…. hit the road, calm coffee’d nerves, CB directions of dead ahead but not seen around U-Drive-It, hoping brakes brake… praying silent get me over the mountain prayersthendowndowndown into Nebraska, so green, so, so, so… humid one more night, conserve, conserve, we had the good time in Park City getting had, the best night this whole time now, hunker down a few bucks never mind AC not working mid June, it’s not hot, yet….hello, 92 plus…. up and up, almost “home” to a home turn south, 81 takes us up heading toward what doesn’t know three of four of us but we hope, hope is what transplants thrive on… Joads we were not, at least not one of four of us, so we slid into his town, his roots, ground rising up and around us, welcoming, welcoming, feeling the mulch lamp’s light of eve, sitting, reviewing what is left of what once was nervously anticipating dreams as they are now spoken to others, believing, believing in facing the future yet again |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Whew, I'm tired from that trip  |
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SmittenKitten Senior Member
since 2001-06-20
Posts 1131where the sky and horizon meet |
I second that emotion! diary schmiary, you've got poetry to record your adventures! |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Interloper, I too, was quite tired afterwards...thanks for noticing... Kitten...yes...it is amazing that eleven years ago....these thoughts roamed and I had no idea that I would ever take up pen, and paper, or keyboard...and write it down...it is quite...wonderful to do so.... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ Oh, my gosh ! ! Long, but WONDERFUL ... aren't the best memories like that ???  Laughing quite out loud at - 'upon return stare… panicked dog, a lap’s pet, harboring fears unknown, in desperation dug through carpet to find its family… $50 added to morning’s bill lessons learned, don’t leave dog alone' For our family pet, it was a $700.00 sofa ! ! When you care enough to dig the very best !  ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sorry for the Long, Marge....didn't know where to break it off....that, or another sequel.... you would have stared, too...poor pup's paws bloody raw digging into the carpet pile's tacks....trying to get to us....we didn't know.... animals...or at least mine....are so HUMAN... perhaps because I treat them so.... Thanks for the read, White Feather.... |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
What a journey, made all the more epic and beautiful by your keen sense of observation and by the worth of your pen. Wonderfully written, Karilea "Like Sand underneath the snow, I make you mine." Kristin Hersh |
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