end of July, poems
end of July — hearing the cicadas above the traffic ________________ end of July — dog waiting for cars in the shade ________________ end of July — rust on the gate creaks
I am in here.
end of July — hearing the cicadas above the traffic ________________ end of July — dog waiting for cars in the shade ________________ end of July — rust on the gate creaks
sitting with computer on the back porch. # butterfly buzzes the dog # wondering if this twitter bubble will burst, or will something else come along and steal its thunder, or will it just die a slow death… # and trying to care.. # Powered by Twitter Tools.
Well, okay, Letters from Chautauqua. But I love it here. I haven’t updated as much because, well, nothing happens in paradise, does it? That’s rather the definition of paradise: always the same loveliness. But tomorrow is the trip home, and to always the same… unloveliness? No, that’s not what I mean. But there will be … Continue reading Letters from Paradise
This week in Boulder has been strangely productive for us. “Strangely” because usually we’re here for a vacation, and end up sitting around or taking all sorts of fitness classes (that’s Buck). But no, we went to Denver yesterday to see it. The last time we went to Denver was when we were here with … Continue reading The week in Boulder