
the window as seen through a glass of wine
sorry there’s not much time for cyberspace these days…
the time rattles by, as if in an old jalopy on a rutted dirt road in the woods
we hold on to our seats, hoping that the inertia will get us past
the potholes on the way…
more pictures than the little notes I shove into my shirt pocket
so I’ll remember… and then forget what they were meant
to remind me anyway…
more pictures than can be shoved into a blog…
but part of the impression, anyway,
as our old jalopy bounces our behinds
right out of our seats…
just this passing moment, to yell hi through the window
I’m thinking of you, aint I,
or wouldn’t have sent you this note
though if you were here, you could have taken part
in the wine and cheese
your comments will be answered later

he works on the computer, he’s intelligent, has a good sense of humor, and tries to view the world rationally…

she’s an artist… a student of life… she’s learning Chinese astrology right now

she draws more precisely than a camera can take a picture… a source of wisdom to her friends…
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