Dear You,

What color is the Yellow Brick Road after it leaves the Emerald City?

The ground shakes where I live now. The freight trains crossing the river behind us are so heavy that they shake the earth for a quarter-mile. Reminds me of that night in California and I wonder if it’s calling me. The future, I mean.

Sometimes I think that if I click my ruby sneakers, I can go anywhere.
(it’s the velcro)

But that’s not why I’m writing. You’re why I’m writing. The opus, I mean. I wouldn’t have done it if not for you.

So, thanks. I know, a year too late. A grey celebration begins:

yay. flags wave atop their deli sandwiches in jubilation.

But I’m here, finally. I’d say the road was longer than I thought, or blame it on the wrong shoes, but, really, the fear was just dense and the visibility low. (Let’s blame the meteorologist!)

So what color is the Yellow Brick Road after it leaves the Emerald City?
Green then gold, awash with sunset.

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