SAS (Short Autobiographical Snippet)

Alan P. Scott - Memory

lysergic interpretation

Pupils dilated, tripping like a madman, I wander down the center of a small town's bright but empty 3:00 A.M. streets to the boat ramp at the riverside park, to rest and reflect while a gray mother duck and her brood swim by. Concrete behind me, water in front, and dark trees on the other shore... no, I don't see God, but this is true: I see the place where God might be.

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