some real nice rockers are putting us up here in omaha. last night we slept on a pullout couch in their boy-messy living room - significantly more comfortable than the rough ozarks ground, but i missed waking up to roosters and fog.
things we've done in omaha:
walked for hours looking for vegan food
ate at a place called amsterdam's (falafel salad and curry fries)
went shopping at a thrift store (scout dry goods and trade)
tried to nonchalantly shrug off honks and catcalls on the main drag (and we thought omaha was a wholesome city)
drank cheap beer on the porch and chattered away with true nebraskans until 2 am
shooed raccoons from tattered trash bags
practiced yoga on a little sliver of clean floor next to the pullout (after a week of not drinking and only two beers last night, i moved rather slowly)
had breakfast in a not-excessively hip cafe in a modestly cute neighborhood
today we plan on exploring the city. i'd like to go to the library.
p.s.
i am reading kenneth patchen's we meet and what should i find? little one to two sentence poems entitled 'a night song.'
his night songs are much more beautiful and succinct than my one.
for example:
64) A NIGHT SONG
It has been a long time getting here, your letter. The leaves are nearly gone from the trees now. Saw something today in a shopwindow which I wanted very badly to buy for you. - No matter.
69) A NIGHT SONG
Each step down the lane to the mailbox is a kind of hell. There in the morning...the sun...the birds singing all around me...everything green and clean-looking...No letter from you. - From anyone.
I protest. They are NOT more beautiful.
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