INDIAN HILL

Huc Luquiens  He pointed out to the bay and said 'You need to stand on the water and listen to the waves where men are buried. Take the boat trip out to where the harbor is a grave.' The islands are in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and it was once a paradise, and it still is now, beaches and mountains and hotels, condominiums and shopping, markets where people from the East and people from the West can get almost anything.  Huc Luquiens But it is still, here, a grave, and they tell you as the boat ride starts out slow, and stops, and you step out on to the memorial, they tell you it is a grave and to respect the hundred s dead still down there under the water.

Rain started coming down ,  I heard it, and went downstairs into the garag e and pulled the canvas cover off the BMW , p ul led it back and rubbed it down with a rag and brought back the lust re. In the corner on the bench were pliers and bo lt cutters, pipe wr enches g reased up and taking grime from a thousa nd tears and I pulled open the dr awer, fondled the little jig saw and the socket wrenches, all chrome and cli nking in the wood bottom drawer and I shut that, reached up on the panel above the work bench and took down a roll of black plastic elect ician's tape and pulled off a long strip. I cut the tape into small pieces and balled them up and threw the m back on the work bench e xcept for tw o I put o ver my eyes so I couldn't see. Walked around the garage shop and put my hands on the BMW and said good bye to the old car that carried me up and away from that time when it was the same blue-grey color of her eyes and I blasted mount ain curves and pe a led on