Outside Abilene
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by Harley Elliott the full rage of kansas turns loose upon us. On the mexican radio station they are singing Espiritu de mis suenos and that is exactly it tonight. The spirit of my dreams rises in the storm like vapor. Deep clouds bulge together and below them we are a tiny constellation of lights the car laid under sheets of lightning moving straight in to the night. Before us are miles and miles of water and wind |
