One More from the First Section of Black Snakes and Happy

Connell’s Point, Arkansas


 


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Red round taillights


new 1962 Galaxy 500,


shining in my imagination of a Sunday afternoon. Aunt Nona Crisp kept it parked in an open car port on a dusty road, but Uncle Johnny wiped the dust off at least once a day. My brother said don’t get finger prints on it, but I had to swirl my fingers in the round glass lens and


dream about driving


it to the moon.