A tree he cannot name in a stranger's yard.
His happiness in leaf at last, boughs that dance seasonal and spontaneous, the tree shaking light like a drenched dog.
He has just time to pluck a sprig from the lowest branch before the bus arrives.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Twitter
Posts
Posts
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings.
About Me
- Falstaff
- Minneapolis, MN
- GB$(GL) d- s+:++ a C W+(++) w PS++ PE--(++) !tv b++++ DI++++ m++++ e++++ h+ r* z-->---
Recent Comments
Method to the Madness
Subscribe To
Posts
Posts
Site Meter
StatCounter
E-mail:
specktre@gmail.com
No comments:
Post a Comment