keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Tuesday, Jan. 04, 2005 - 4:41 pm >>
afternoon-glo, et cetera

the scurf of clouds caught between the treetops swaying in the breeze and girls and boys pushing and shoving each other in the playground in twos and threes ... there's a peculiar rhythm in the air. was it one of these days that the fevers returned? or was it the impeccable weather?

somebody please remind me how to rub your fingerprints off my hair ... i long to be free and lighter than those sparrows outside my window. i want summer to touch me incorrigibly, without mercy.