Fresh figs!
A bitty baby girl who takes my glasses off, then gives me eskimo kisses
A small redheaded boy who's content to spend hours talking to me in a tree
Coffee (although K. says I'm developing a dreadful lifelong habit I must break!--no thanks to you Drew!)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
As Jizzy (the artist formerly known as Dizzy)
said to keith yesterday, "you're already thinking about your dismount?" and it's true
can i just let go all the thoughts of apartments and baltimore and work and money?
but the future creeps in
here in my mind
amidst chipmunks and clouds and sitting
in the tent in the temple in the hut
at the picnic table eating a cinnamon raisin bagel
while i check my email...............
can i just let go all the thoughts of apartments and baltimore and work and money?
but the future creeps in
here in my mind
amidst chipmunks and clouds and sitting
in the tent in the temple in the hut
at the picnic table eating a cinnamon raisin bagel
while i check my email...............
Monday, August 3, 2009
I Hear Them
The deer thunder through the forest. I hear them blowing air through their noses--hidden behind the bushes. The doe chomps field grass, cocks her head to listen, and prances before Drew and I (he atop a haybale).
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