{"id":570,"date":"2010-08-10T11:05:04","date_gmt":"2010-08-10T19:05:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mikevarley.com\/?p=570"},"modified":"2010-09-04T18:52:52","modified_gmt":"2010-09-05T02:52:52","slug":"vermont-vacation-august-2010","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mikevarley.com\/?p=570","title":{"rendered":"Vermont Vacation, August 2010"},"content":{"rendered":"

Vermont was beautiful.\u00a0 In the eight years since I’ve been there, I’ve shed many histories.\u00a0 There to meet us was solitary love – spiritual, infinite and ours.\u00a0 We caught sight of simplicity too good to be real, too free of our self-impositions.\u00a0 A vacation from life or a life of vacation?\u00a0 My radio broadcasts it’s last country station and we’re free to go back to our manacle-dreams.\u00a0 How impossibly beautiful to wear lead-free sleeves.<\/p>\n

May our lives be lost to time yet never depart from emotion.<\/p>\n

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Woodbury Lake<\/strong><\/p>\n

You light the pilot
\nand I’ll light the furnace.
\nYou grease the pan
\nand I’ll clean the dishes.
\nCarpenter ants and dead mice,
\nflush the toilet after dinner.
\nScream in pleasure
\nfrom the thought of it all:
\nspeckled domestic treasures.<\/p>\n

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Ben and Jerry’s<\/strong><\/p>\n

I come to you in joy
\nwhen there’s nowhere else to be.
\nAt the Ben and Jerry’s graveyard
\nunderneath the old oak trees.
\nAt the sight of Cloris Leachman at a nunnery.
\nAt Dixie’s trial for hiring an immigrant refugee.
\nOn the stoop.
\nIn the sky.
\nIn the dark of night,
\nUnder your breath.<\/p>\n

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Everywhere there’s nowhere else to be.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Unadilla Theatre<\/strong><\/p>\n

Driving the Adirondack’s in
\nthe air of contentment,
\nsavoring every opportunity to blink
\nclassless in our joy.
\nWe knew no thoughts among us
\nbut the words of sacred tongues
\nspoken only in these too-tall-to-be-hills.<\/p>\n

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You were the only thing that mattered,
\nand the only thing I’d lose.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Smuggler’s Notch<\/strong><\/p>\n

I turned off my motel’s vacancy sign for you.
\nI sat at the corner in my best suit for you.
\nI stopped the camera at Smuggler’s Notch for you.<\/p>\n

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You say the word and I’ll dive after it.
\nYou give the signal and I’ll chase carrot-tips.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our hopes to stay together
\nrest inside a roadside jerky tin.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Vermont was beautiful.\u00a0 In the eight years since I’ve been there, I’ve shed many histories.\u00a0 There to meet us was solitary love – spiritual, infinite and ours.\u00a0 We caught sight of simplicity too good to be real, too free of our self-impositions.\u00a0 A vacation from life or a life of vacation?\u00a0 My radio broadcasts it’s […]<\/p>\n\t\t

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