Cryptic keeper.
Should be asleep, but I am awake.
Can it be October? Can it be November? Can it be March?
Here is a cicada. Timmy.
Here is a cat. Masanobu.
Here are some sprouts. Red clover.
Window is now repaired.
As is the computer.
Closet is cleared of things to donate.
And a bag of old bread for the birds at the bus station.
Or maybe the park that is down the hill. Depends.
But they need some fuel for their trip, so I will help.
Air is cold, especially in the morning. So are the floors. Lungs are starting to ache when I ride to work.
Just a few more warm days, just let me say goodbye to my wheel-winged legs. And soon it will be the second bike on its way, and just one more in the works, just a small project, spare parts and ten inch wheels, a pony to my horses, to be completed by ground thawing. Shortly after, boxes will be packed and I will be gone. Out on the dirt mounds and out of my mind.
The cat is doing his bug patrol before sleep. Marching around corners, hugging walls, looking around. Wish he would leave the moths be.
I can feel distinct parts of my foot ache. Shouldn't have dropped that bucket on it.
Oh, alright. No time, no more thoughts to share. Goodnight.
Can it be October? Can it be November? Can it be March?
Here is a cicada. Timmy.
Here is a cat. Masanobu.
Here are some sprouts. Red clover.
Window is now repaired.
As is the computer.
Closet is cleared of things to donate.
And a bag of old bread for the birds at the bus station.
Or maybe the park that is down the hill. Depends.
But they need some fuel for their trip, so I will help.
Air is cold, especially in the morning. So are the floors. Lungs are starting to ache when I ride to work.
Just a few more warm days, just let me say goodbye to my wheel-winged legs. And soon it will be the second bike on its way, and just one more in the works, just a small project, spare parts and ten inch wheels, a pony to my horses, to be completed by ground thawing. Shortly after, boxes will be packed and I will be gone. Out on the dirt mounds and out of my mind.
The cat is doing his bug patrol before sleep. Marching around corners, hugging walls, looking around. Wish he would leave the moths be.
I can feel distinct parts of my foot ache. Shouldn't have dropped that bucket on it.
Oh, alright. No time, no more thoughts to share. Goodnight.