seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i couldn't say enough. longing to be artistic again, the rain here has been suspended for weeks, trickling down in messy streams against windowpanes and never all at once like floods and floods and floods and this is sorrow to me, to not breathe i was drinking orange juice with added calcium at the green table overlooking the lake when my eye caught the front page of our local paper there he was, over to the left, half-smiling? half-sneering? his sign wilted like picked flowers, his arms, thin but strong- well-structure hands clasped around this strip of paper with words, words i didn't read paw-paw rocked back and forth in his overstuffed recliner, his feet shoved into mocassins, thin ankles, maw-maw slicing tomatoes at the kitchen island i slid the paper under loose coupon sheets and felt empty and alone. 4:34 p.m. - 2002-04-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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