they were high

               sitting outdoors on a flagstone patio in resin frame Adirondack armchairs with the sun on their backs

they were really high

talking

       even when they were straight his buddy found his subject matter bizarrehis exposition incoherent

he wasnt incoherent

                     Moby just couldnt keep up with his flightshis streams of consciousness

no Thar she blows!

he interrupted

               Excuse me, excuse me . . you don’t mind . excuse me.

unlike him hed know where he stopped and could pickup afterwards

                                                                         Sure

Could we sit very still a while and not speak, just listen.

Im game

they shaddup he shaddup

bright shiny silver white silence

Moby lived remote in the hills

wildlife silence is loud

 

in the distance over a tall dense reef of live oak a huge black bird appeared wings wide gliding dead on towards where they sat 

it was descending descending

    lower  lower

he motioned Moby with his head to its approach

Moby looked up

still on glide flawlessly still descending   appearing larger and larger

                                                                         extraordinarily large

his imagination tickled him rife  Harbinger of Death lacking only its wicked sickle  why not

        descending

             ENORMOUS

silence shrieked

                 Best look lively bro vulture thinks were dead

Mobylurched he startled him

                              the vulture veeredright not fifteen feet over their headsnot twenty feet away

they made eyecontact

didnt look like a vultures eye

Christ man when was the last time you showered

1351,  Saturday,  22  1. 22

1141,  Monday,  14  3. 22

Esbjorn Svensson Trio  Still  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR6VrIkzY5g