* the day drifted away as water in a brooklet swift and eager to reach the valley where I don’t care to be . I wish it would have moved as a rosary in my hand slowly slacking down at the rhythm of each prayer . loitering on the light’s hues and warm shades on […]
California Notebooks, Sept. 2013
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* where I’m writing from is 4.30 in the afternoon . 106F in the shade I inhale hot air breathing now with relief . I felt worse in latter days I do not feel the cramps of distance . listening with the greatest care to the smallest finch right after letting out a clear thanksgiving […]