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of all Wes's filmshis first is my favorite:Bottle Rocket
moving deliberatelywhite to green to red to blackto berry cobbler
hummingbird hoversfor a full thirty seconds --evening primrose
one pillow for his backanother for his feet -- the old manrelaxes on the couch
grass glistens at dawn --in the yard by the treelinea skunk digs for grubs
salt-stained baseball capmud-spattered in the drainage ditch --Korean War Vet
through the heating ventthe scent of cinnamon risesfrom the hot oven
a Chicago dogexpertly made in a food truckin Atlanta Georgia
filling the housean enticing aroma:baking lasagna
red park bench --tuxedoed man snores loudlywine bottle still corked
with a final pushthe baby bluebird finds wingsleaving mother behind
to dance without careis to embrace ineptitudewithout judgment:
of all behaviorsgiving is the largest partof being human
more damningthan a genuine scowl:a false smile