life in a rhino

you couldn't count on the backyard for consistency, and that was the fun of it.  we'd wake up in the forest, in the fields, in the frozen steppes, somewhere in the yucatan, some cracking parking lot, prairies. and when we were done, the swaying plod would lull us back to sleep.

1 comment:

  1. This reminds me of the old VW Microbus we used to have. We'd go on adventures without a map and then try to find our way home. Those still in car seats would usually fall asleep and miss all the fun.




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