Leonard Cohen's raspy voice sings Dance Me to the End of Love
Through the speakers in an Ford pick-up truck
My son points excitedly at a Christmas tree tied to the top of an aging mini-van
So I look with a sinking feeling
My mind somewhere between floating and drowning without treading through the saturation
And in the distance, a jet hangs in the air just past Rodriguez airport
It balances nicely passing from clear. Morning blue sky into the whiteness of the cloud
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