It wasn’t slightly cloudy, it was partly sunny.
And I didn’t walk, it was a slow jog. Block beyond block,
I held tight to the lining of my pockets as a weapon.
I anticipated the place we’d cross:
I held tight to the lining of my pockets as a weapon.
I anticipated the place we’d cross:
Not quite ten minutes, not quite six blocks,
but no less than five speculations away.
When? And will there be a warmth?
Or like in the movies? And?
And what do I say? Or…
but no less than five speculations away.
When? And will there be a warmth?
Or like in the movies? And?
And what do I say? Or…
I see several similarities,
none the same,
none right,
quite.
none the same,
none right,
quite.
—29 October 2010
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Over the course of this blog, I’ve published 1341 posts — and have 208 drafts.
Time to finish what I’ve started.
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