May 2, 2007 8:52 AM
they do not stop and who would want them to. speaking generally of course and from a point of view that blocks out walking through mine fields and falling off of high rocks. discovery is what we do. when we stop, we drop. keep moving or you rust, something like that. having watched your grand fathers it is clear you gotta keep the adventure going. burgled is a violation of the mind, the culture and the future. we can’t just stop remembering, and it interferes with interaction. your dog will like green things to wallow on. feet in air, wiggling like a snake. it will be a great pleasure for her.
memories of things that are gone are just like sweaters.
we don’t forget them
for very long.
the wind picks up
or the temperature changes
and the shadow of a sweater
how does that happen?
a sweater rides a shadow,
creep about my room
to where my black cat slept
shedding hair
bringing dust
the stuff of shadows.
of memories i dare not dust.
i am off to build a dyke now. maybe even attach some roof tiles and kayak befor i feel the rust. i like the idea of your trip. your a very continental girl. dwlandis ps I tried to use the letter j for w but it did not have the same rhythm to it as i thought it would. signed a fellow with out a j.
