.jpg)
it's a long lonely road.
pitch black, mostly.
up comes a bend.
a cryptic glow from nowhere.
a creeping orange-yellow glow among spiderwebbed pines.
it's a house.
with a barn and a john deere tractor out front.
few cows -- one dead. legs folded beneath it's massive shanks.
sheep.
corn.
lots and lots of corn. dry now, just beige and old black.
but it's night, so you cruise.
a steady pace; tentative, watching for deer.
saw @ least half a dozen, i believe.
eyes twinkling under the moon.
and headlights.
gotta be careful though.
they'll kill ya.
step right onto that long lonely road and...
SPLAT!
either you or bambi.
and sometimes bambi got antlers.
and sometimes bambi got a body like dumbo.
nevertheless, down the long lonely road, tiny villages decay away.
never catching on.
never hitting that vein of silver.
the kids all gone.
women sparse.
men drinking Blatt's.
Wisconsin reclaiming its turf. green and red and yellow.
winter approaching -- the Amish clop, clop, clopping along side us.
they don't look too happy.
but when have you seen the Amish look too happy?
smiling on the inside, i suppose.
good people -- they'll dress your deer for $35.
i didn't kill a deer. so off we go.
tail-lights fading, shrinking, condensing.
then gone.
just like that.
a memory.
