this heaven is a bad dream.
arrived yesterday in spring, in rain, after the type of day you skip school to have: comparing detroit to new orleans, antiques, juice, food, restraint, coffee shop for tea, record store. it felt like ducks floating down a river, all in a row.
left in that kind of wet, heavy snow, squeezing between the school buses, inching along the freeway in the morning black [morning you truly do have to convince yourself of], cars all twisting and bobbing north and east, meandering somewhere in the false morning.
left in that kind of wet, heavy snow, squeezing between the school buses, inching along the freeway in the morning black [morning you truly do have to convince yourself of], cars all twisting and bobbing north and east, meandering somewhere in the false morning.
posted by margaret @ 7:10 AM
1 Comments:
At 15 March, 2007 09:14,
Anonymous said…
i was so glad to see that your ducks are real ducks with feathers and wings and feet that are tucked under their bodies when they float. mine have always been the kind at the carnival, yellow and plastic with eyes that don't blink; the kind floating under the sign Pick a Duck/Win a Prize; always hoping for that stuffed animal but ending up with the crappy plastic nothing or the scary woven chinese handcuffs. dream big and real like your ducks, baby girl.
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