seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- orange she is writing another poem about orange. it never leaves her, it only goes to bed. she watched a preview for the movie sylvia, and then crept down the lighted stairs, only aware of two feet ahead and the whispering ushers. she thinks of christmas when she hears the word orange. she thinks of soft socks and envelopes licked with care. a fawn was frozen on the shoulder of the road, tried to jump through the wire fence and all she could do was stare in shock. she snapped picture of spiders and riverbeds and walked on the porch of a house where soldiers were killed. and all she thought was orange, how unusual in nature, how precious when seen, how much we long to pocket things we love, keep and contain them, and all they do is search for escape. 23:53 - 29 September, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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