feet get wet
over plates of sandals.
fresh worms, earlobes,
french bread under sweaty palms.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
mind over time
Today, it rained all day. While I was walking with my umbrella, I wondered how long it would take to get to a dry place. It depended, I decided, on whether I was making good time. This phrase stayed on my mind for several minutes. Am I making good time? Am I making time at all? Yes. I am making time, and I hope very much that I am making good time.
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