Stranger than any paradise
I've ever known of;
more otherworldly than
pounding skin to skin
and as unlikely as following
Santa Susanna Pass all the way.
This is an evening that breeds
photographs worth holding onto
and harmonica serenades
from a country man
just letting her go.
Screen doors whistling off
and hands up into the hair
as men and women just
let it off.
*STRANGER THAN PARADISE is a film by Jim Jarmusch which I was partially considering when that first line came out.
