...he rode over connecticut
in a glass coach
once, a fear pierced him,
in that he mistook
the shadow of his equipage
for blackbirds.
{wallace stevens}
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passing through connecticut,
groggy from my nap,
curiously gazing at the big pretty houses along the way,
listening to sigur ros, the decemberists, and rufus,
full from a newly discovered honey mustard,
excited for what boston will bring,
and sitting next to one of my very best friends...
i couldn't be happier.
this is exactly where i want to be right now.
and in two hours i will arrive in boston,
and that is exactly where i will want to be then!
i like how that works.
xoxo
yeh