Monday, September 17, 2012

American Smellscapes: Sam Shepard

From the story “Concepción” in Great dreams of heaven by Sam Shepard:
She sat in the passenger seat right in front of me and we both watched out the windows as my dad stood on the porch of the stone house under a yellow light ringing the doorbell. He was all decked out in his Air Force uniform with tiny moths and mosquito hawks cutting circles just above his captain’s hat. He was staring out past the lemon trees and the far-away lights of San Dimas as he waited for an answer at the door and never once looked back to us in the car. He seemed to have a lot on his mind, but whatever it was we weren’t included. The heavy sweet smell of lemon blossoms came right through the glass.

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