Sunday, August 28, 2005

wait ing on / sun day

out side / not in side & i am
in /

if i was an old fashioned writer
i would / simply / take pen / paper & sit
in the garden / / but i am not



damn i love my lap top

& off we go on a date / to the back deck
cover in bean vines / & i can't even see the yard from
this green cool / but the sprinkler is constant against leaves
as it / radiate / up / down / back / forth / moisture in to


& my legs covered in bites of summer / scratches from

well / who knows / it's the odd bruise with no story

& i'm think ing / summer isn't gone yet /




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1 comment:

CSOC said...

I didnt read the whole thing cause Im very tired, I 'll come back perhaps tomorrow...but thanks for leaving some stuff out for me.