augury doggerel

Monday, May 20, 2002


This morning at 6:30 on the bus to work, I had just finished reading about Chinese Gordon and I was looking at a spot of long grass where I had seen a deer before and wishing a deer would be there again. And there was a deer. A small doe stood at the edge of the woods in the first sun � I suppose that's why she goes there � looking at a smoking, fire-engine red box full of faces groaning up the hill past her.


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