| | I fumbled with my keyring tonight. Outside my old home in Oxford, trying to spot the tiger-striped back door key by starlight. So many keys to things that don't belong to me anymore: two for Purple Haze, one for my old van, the trailer, the hitch lock, the old case for my SG. I still have my gaudy Highlander key, appropriately sword-shaped, and the flat bronze of my parents' house.
It's a shaking off of the old locks, casting off chains of forever ago.
But it's still nice to carry the keys, to hear them jingle my pockets like a rich man.
I do feel like a rich man, a keeper of secrets, but no jailer. You can lock stuff up with keys, but that's only half of what they're for.
Happy summer's night. Love y'all,
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| | Posted 7/10/2009 11:21 PM - 39 Views - 6 eProps - 3 comments
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