April 02, 2004 tired at looking at the last entry being 1st. Posted by sidebarboy at 05:45 PM Comments (0)
February 02, 2004 distant memories Then the sound of tennis balls. Pock against rackets, the rythm broken only by occasional grunts and frustrated moans of the players. It is past eleven. Trees swaying in their summer dance with the wind their leading man. Boughs creaking, a geriatric cotillion. The hum of faraway traffic . A symphony of tires 3-plying their way across limitless pavement, tirelessly revolving around their owners constant desire to be. Elsewhere. It stands tall, then waves in the summer breeze. An emerald tapestry against an indigo sky. The eclipsed day-lilies can only look with envy at this fortunate braggart. The tree above me sheds a leaf too tired to hang on anymore. Black on this lightless night it flutters gently to my side. I pay it no heed yet the ant nearby eyes it hungrily. As I crush him I can only wonder if his queen will notice his disappearance during roll call.
His colleagues find his broken body and bring him home for one final feast. | |
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