He began to gather up
his gear to go. "And put in that I'm not anything like Cpl. Joker.
I am not personally a Lusthog beast.
"And, let's see, put in that I am zany and amorous. Tell the women of the world that I am probably in love with them."
And may the saints'
blessing and grace
Carry me safely into your arms
There across the border
For what are we
Without hope in our hearts
That someday we'll drink from God's blessed waters
And eat the fruit from
I know love and fortune will be mine
Somewhere across the border
I give the fruit jar a swat with my Stetson and a hundred phosporescent dots of light explode up into the night sky, winking like muzzle flashes in a treeline, a hundred Alabama lightning bugs, alive and free, and glowing, like sparks from a fire.
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