David Bromige Fall (Rilke into Californian) Man, where'd the time go? Detroit?. But summer was really, really great. Stand that side of the sundial, will ya? I want to dig the shadows. Robert Duncan's freaking in the meadow. Those apples can't get a whole lot riper. Give em a couple more hot days. My friends who have the winery are already making the wine. It's getting chilly, nights. If you don't have a pad by now, Too bad. If you're not seeing someone You're likely stuck that way, they went back to school. Crack a book yourself. Write in Starbucks. Go walkabout downtown. [Time passes]. Hey, lookit the leaves, wind, etc. doing their thing. Rustle rustle. Contrast and compare yourself. Cool! Next |
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