October 24, 2006
The twenty-second dream: I am in the woods with my father, old heavy growth across the cornfield. Flocks of rows are coming and a man is running away, dropping his shotgun in the leaves. He's wearing my father's hunting coat, but instead of a hunting license, he has an old orange automobile license plate pinned to his coat. He is going over a hill toward smoke, and I can see flames teasing their way across the leaves. The crows are watching, all wearing little brown Fedoras. Standing at the stream again, I can see it is on fire.