After a feast of several sunny days, a quenching rainy morning. No lights, no radio, just the tinking of the rain spout.
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Tightly balled in a word-woven clot, working, source-citing through the night, waking with an urge to uncurl and grow wings.
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The slumbering sun stirs under gray blankets, opens one eye on the watchful faces of leaves like hungry chicks, turns over and yawns.
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The department store cologne-spraying ladiesgot nothin' on my neighborhood's spring blossoms.
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All day white flurries fallon the sidewalk the slow meltof pear petals.
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White blossoms sleeve the trees in the grovelike many-armed goddesses dancing in the breezetheir hennaed hands nestling chickadees.
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The dark pulls over us tonight like a heavy woolen blanket, its striped white and amber fringe receding to the west.
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A sopping gray granita has been slathered on the ground and sluices down the street, left overnight by drunken pixies too sloshed to toss any sparkling fairy dust.
Posted at 07:30 AM in Nubbins | Permalink
Released from desktop, deadline, Steelcase, sweatshop... to playground: brown rice, asparagus, pea sprouts, pineapple, almonds, chutney and vinegar - sweet joy!
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Stiff stars twitching in the stark wind, paper-dry reminders of last summer's blossoms that swaddled plump bees suckling within supple white petals.
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