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Shadows move ! -Predictably ! - a stunningly senseless tale
von ervine >>
Dear M.,
we thoroughly enjoyed your visit.
After you left we focussed hard on having neither aim nor purpose.
We adjusted to the wandering clouds. A deer crossed the lawn. We ate leftovers.
Unread newspapers stayed just that. We kept the Vernacchia chilled. We ran out of socks.
I lost weight. Last year's leftover fights -revisited out of boredom- died of boredom.
A zucchini is a zucchini is a zucchini is a ..... .
Found that you were not the first people to come to the area from Rome:
around 200 AC somebody left a roman barrel (made of wood !) just downhill from our house,
near the river, where the mosquitoes had us running.
They keep digging up more artefacts - on the run.
Back up on the hill, another deer, a disinterested cat.
Nobody ever calls. The zucchini runs in the squash family - either you squash it, or.
Meticulously, we watch the leftover grass grow (MOLE!), the predictable shade move (SUN!), the continents' annoying drift.
DRIFT ! -You get it. We got it. We drifted.
Usually, like you, we plan ahead, we travel around a lot.
This year, by staying in one place, recreation kicked in early.
Having emptied my mind, I felt ready to return to work 3 days ahead of schedule.
This week, back to work: My empty mind has great weather.
Frequent sightings of ever-bigger zucchini, though.
Yellow. Red beets. Red onions. Green pepper. Blue skies.
All is clear. Help ! - I love it.
2. April 2009 |
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