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Tuesday, June 14, 2011 2:50:00 PM

Autumn came around like a drifter to an on ramp, there were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain.
Took to walking barefoot around town
Melodies from grade school, kicking in my brain.
Saw you on the crosstown bus today,
You were reading a magazine
I turned my face away and I shut my eyes tight and dreamed about the flowers that
Hide from the light on dark hillsides
In the hidden places

The brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house
And I got off at the corner
Pulled my sleeves down over my hands,
And wished I was someone else
And I wished it was warmer
And when I got home, I thought about you
Like a desperate police man, searching for clues
And I almost passed out, just then
And I shut my eyes again
Headed for the dark hillsides
In the hidden places