I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Inside and out
I swear the curtains will someday take wing and sail the windows to the moon.
Light passing through cotton like water through a sieve.
And don’t you love the time before the man comes to behead the Dandelions with his belching roaring tidy-up machine?
When the grass is long? When the day is long? When the wind blows?