Monday, January 18, 2010

No Musings

Yes, I have no musings. Only sense impressions come in right now: Air smelling of new dirt, a dog crunching icy spickles of grass. She crouches and I think: a sculpture called "walking dog" would catch this stillness in granite: tented old woman tethered to bending terrier. Yes, there's still ice and there is much to worry about. Still, the grass under the ice spikes is green.


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