Saturday, October 09, 2010

Thousand: One Hundred Fifty-Eight

let it get as big and freaky as it wants. The wind is playing with your ears; are those the songs you last heard in bed, a tear in your eye? You feel like dancing! When was the last time? You touch your lip with a finger and feel the quiver there of a word you said once that gave such joy the vibrations have been rocking back through you ever since. You step off the path onto rock. It’s a big rock so you have to crouch and use your hands to get to the top. Meadows and marshes


Elisabeth said...

'meadows and marshes', this gets better and better, Glenn.

Glenn Ingersoll said...

end of the world coming up!