Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Tuesday, May 06, 2003

Thrum

I can't think. Too much summer just there, a quarter of an inch away, and the windows don't open and the air is filtered and ducted. This morning, a red doe back and forth, a black kite waiting in a tree, a brown hare across the railway, a yellow and black snail curled on the path, black and white cats in the long grass, a striped bee tapping at the glass, sun.

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