fossil records...
killdeer on the yarrow field this evening. we walked to the schoolyard. there's a new device. a glorified can phone that gives the antique announcer voice. so i can say anachronisms. just like that. and someone stands at the far end receiving. the stone wall is gone. the marigolds too. the cypress is a stump chair. rolling down the hill made me thrill and sick. when i stood an arc was evident. and i laughed and patted my thighs. a straight line is much harder now.
where we walk we picnic. heck hoom haw la la. the language adjacent to graves. the lime hill and its sequence. a vista with sinking sun tips. green spurs. a wind-jibing magpie. all of that and a stomach ache too.
to bed.
where we walk we picnic. heck hoom haw la la. the language adjacent to graves. the lime hill and its sequence. a vista with sinking sun tips. green spurs. a wind-jibing magpie. all of that and a stomach ache too.
to bed.
3 Comments:
what did you say on the anachronophone?
i hope your stomach has relented.
nothing special. but i was a voice from 1940's radio all of a sudden.
my stomach has relented...for now. thank you, ranjit. :)
I like this.
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