mood: proclivity for productivity
there's something about six o'clock and the way contours hang deep from the saw-toothed parts of our houses. sunlight across powerlines & the dry salt tumbling & staining old lanes of traffic. i will never be anywhere as pointed as a rooftop shadow.
i spent yesterday afternoon with m. at the slip of ocean i like the best. we sat with our legs crossed & ate synthetic things, filling ourselves with round & cheerful colours. when i listened, i could hear the dull gurgle of the tide, a sound that echoes in the makeshift streams of snow-melt. with toes flat against the edge of water, we look up into the sheltering boards so we can dream better about remember whens. is that supposed to be a tulip? he asks. it looks more like a half-eaten, plum-coloured pear
it is spring today & i caught the very first crocuses! a year a thousand years ago, they were ancient & wise, ossified by winter. these are such wonderful, straightforwardly flowers.
i spent yesterday afternoon with m. at the slip of ocean i like the best. we sat with our legs crossed & ate synthetic things, filling ourselves with round & cheerful colours. when i listened, i could hear the dull gurgle of the tide, a sound that echoes in the makeshift streams of snow-melt. with toes flat against the edge of water, we look up into the sheltering boards so we can dream better about remember whens. is that supposed to be a tulip? he asks. it looks more like a half-eaten, plum-coloured pear
& i thought
we were going to look right through and see the sky.
we were going to look right through and see the sky.
it is spring today & i caught the very first crocuses! a year a thousand years ago, they were ancient & wise, ossified by winter. these are such wonderful, straightforwardly flowers.
1 comment:
crocuses! yes. i was thinking of them today and how they always signal spring in holland. and then i remembered us on that field of crocuses in belgium with stephania.
xoxo
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