Ciao

Can you walk away the anxiety?

I'm on my one millionth mile. 

Or an eternal mile.

Walking helps most everything. 

Jim Harrison always wrote about it.

He had to walk off all the French wine and rich vittles.

I hear lawn mowers up and down the street. 

It's July in North Mississippi.

It is 3:45 in the afternoon.

In other words, it is hot. 

But walk I shall anyway damn it. 

I need to sweat and get some color.

I'm too white. 

Wish I had more Choctaw blood. 

1/16th. 

in my forehead. 

I'm so happy I stumbled upon the picture.

It's why I found out I had some of The People' s blood. 

A humble day. 

A proud day. 

Ok, time to go walk. 

Adios, arrivederci, Ciao. Nah Duh.

wkm