PENNSYLVANIA. The morning rain turned into humid heat where puddles lengthend tracks quickly steamed away. Outside the window, ran wide cornfields and occasional cottages by. by Lars Krantz
Yesterday’s relief when George Washington Bridge took me out of the crazy Manhattan and into the forests still tasted good when I woke up upstairs in the little guest house. A cat on the carpet in the narrow hall to brushing by teeth welcomed me.
Coffee aroma met on the stairs. The morning paper lay ahead and a lizard leaped away from the window sill into a tear in the wallpaper. The windows were not washed on this side of the Watergate affair. A bony, black woman in purple skirt and white blouse poured the coffee. Eighty, maybe ninety years. Green Earrings.
-Read For me, I asked.
I did not wanted her to go. I wanted to share her time here and now. I want to enjoy the presence and the song as she spoke.
-Nonsens, she said, pushed out the lower jaw and pedaled with small steps.
Her shoes had a small square of sheet metal on top of the foot.
The air stood still as even the time. I did not know when I woke up ,when I came down for breakfast, what the clock was now and I did not care. Half past nine or one – what does it matter?
My hand laid the few extra dollars on the ashtray and pressed in the table to facilitate the erection of my body to the upright.
You want to really want me to read?
– Yes, mam.
She’s pursing her lips.
-Yes, for a short while but then I decide what to read, she said un-charmingly, almost cold.
I reached out to a wordless gesture and sat down again.
She read the newspaper. She read without glasses. I do not remember what. Just that it was a steady stream of the most beautiful words and beautiful melody. I leaned back in the chair.
This was a link to the United States that existed long before I was born. Her vowels and consonants were chiseled out of the environments to which doors had closed forever. Shut off time, of change. She was a flame that burned clear and clean though her candle was short, chafed and brittle. She read and I cried invisible.
– I knew when I set foot on her stone stairway that we would never see each other again.
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And other than that?
-Cars
GMC pickup with plastic body
Always there in your mirror on the big roads.
It’s all there. Everything
Suburban. Yammie what a company car. 
The Hawk in the henn house. 
Lovely Mopars
The business you regret is the buy you missed. 8000 dollars low milage cream puff. What was I thinking leaving that behind?
