Wednesday, March 17, 2010

night walking

Observations from a walk on a warm night:

- surrender: two boys flying a kite on the pier in the night.

- funny: a woman on her cell phone saying 'St Patrick's Day is dead to me' in a completely serious tone.

- lonely: a sliver of a moon reminded of its (temporary) loss, its missing body, by the faintest of halos.

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