The Meadow 105 An hour on the blotter, John sent the Bose floating out the back door, & I shinnied up a White Oak to eye the ground anew, when a hobo spider, sensing invitation in the vibrating air, joined to hear Pigpen sing “Love Light,” & though childishly I’d feared his webs, that night, I let the wanderer stay, standin’ in the dark, as much of the branch as I. Encounter Max Heinegg
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