seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- after the football game on saturday as we drove past chinese take-away places, grocery stores with burnt out letters and dim lamp posts lining car parks, I watched the headlights of oncoming traffic- tiny crosses of lights gliding across the black river of asphalt, partitioned by yellowed grass- the broken spines of dandelion wisps and I looked down the hill we were driving down, Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves on the radio, and I wondered what it felt like to know that someone you loved was in the city somewhere sleeping, or listening to 80s night on the radio, or writing down his poetry with shaky fingers. 13:50 - 27 October, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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