Saturday, June 21, 2008


Remember how hard it rained last Saturday?
I wish it would rain like that some more.
Maybe not as hard.
Or as much.

I got the blues.
I woke up with them, and they will not leave me alone.

The feeling of a heavy stone on my shoulder.
A log I have to pull across the yard.
A pile of screws that I have to sort by length.

Leftovers for dinner.
Brownies for dessert.


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