Thursday, April 14, 2005


tonight at my favorite streetlamp (in cottonwood/plum) we stopped at lola's urging. she has this thing. this thing which compels her to wait for an oncoming car to begin relieving herself. maybe i should find her an analyst. dunno. anyway, the air was completely still where we stood. but in the treetops it was blowing hard. we just turned our faces up and stared (the sister and i) at the leaves. like applause. a big hand for something obscured.

the prankish call this morning made my day a happy one. only after the prank was revealed. you discover it is good to wrestle a cold wind. because you are able. there are no restrictions. you climb a tree and forget your shoes. just like the song. you brag about the shoes. you brag how the small boy's designs fit your own. up! up! tree!

wellidy. i must to go to sleep.


Blogger Sara said...

i found myself here through matt shindell's blog. i like the way you write. we seem to share a few traits, observational, astrological, and otherwise. take care.

11:30 AM  
Blogger dishpantheism said...

thanks very much, sara. i took a peek over at your fire. very nice. very nice indeed. i'm linking.

1:15 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

thank you, too. and likewise on the linking.

11:03 AM  
Blogger dishpantheism said...

you're quite welcome. and thanks for linking to me.

9:59 PM  

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