Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass — Chapter no 10

In the hills of Benedict Canyon

Love has room to grow in the hills of Benedict Canyon My green typewriter light is on and two months’ time between me and my last man No double murder plots looming over neighbors’ vacant lots that i look upon at twilight, still light enough for the Starline bus to be carrying on. I listen to the hippie spouting nonsense at the foot of Bella Drive hammering on about Sharon and the sanctity of life

I listen on intently thanks for the free ride and for reminding me that everything comes down to a story and to laugh when you could cry.

But finally I have no reason for tears not tonight at 7:27 first time in months i feel close to heaven

in the hills of Benedict Canyon

the background hum of the television love has room to grow.

No more secrets no more reasons to put off what I already know

No more big projects no new dev breaking ground on Sunset no big builds lasting too long up on Mulholland no joint ventures fracturing. no unchained melodies enchanting the bars in my head.

No. Just no news, nothing going on at 7:27

not quite ready for dinner just the background hum of television

Me- standing out on the deck wondering what phase of twilight the sky is in and contemplating how the Dodgers are doing

and reaching for the phone to call an old friend.

You’re only as happy as your least happy child