Thursday, February 17, 2005
something
sometimes you have nothing to say. and then: something. like: staring up at the moon through the branches of a tree covered in dead brown leaves. the roots of a tree bulging up like dinosaur bones. the vines hanging over a streetlamp - gothic. the moon again, clear and free in a midnight blue sky.
this morning, staring at the screen: nothing. this evening, walking my dog: all this and more. something.
this morning, staring at the screen: nothing. this evening, walking my dog: all this and more. something.
