2003-07-02 When I write I seem to center my days into something more artful, otherwise they fritter away into the wind with boat rides and bike trails and working. Sometimes I prefer the lightness days have, calendar days like leafs. We met in a chapel in the center of acres of rows of draping grapes in Geneva. It seemed very beautiful but cut up by the flashing light of a following camera. Blurry wine corners with a flushing mom. Rue danced with me with tallness and almost grace. It has been a week since then. Trying not to remember too many days between then and now. |