3/09/2008

A Grief of Tomorrows

I bet Methuselah never got tired of spotting the delicate blue of a robin's egg in the matted grass among the roots of a gnarled tree--even if the tree was younger than him and less gnarled.

& i bet he never got to take that trip to Thrace or watch it snow into the Ilyrian ocean and i bet you right before his last birthday he was still planning on refinishing that chest of drawers for his wife.

man, life is so short

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