augury doggerel

Tuesday, May 21, 2002


Over in the pond this morning, something is bubbling early from the bottom. Around it, in the long grass, the dew and sun reveal dozens of webs, each just the width of my hand, strung up like safety nets for practicing crickets.

And the dew has reminded me that I must stop ignoring the hole in my boot. I have a squeaky foot now. Step, scrinch, step, scrinch, down the hall, with my head rotating on my neck like a fancy towertop restaurant from the fistfuls of cold medicine I'm swallowing.


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