Thursday, August 5, 2010

August 3rd

It could be 7 am or 8 am. Or it could be 6 pm or later. It could be any time. I am on the porch drinking some drink. Maybe gin or maybe coffee. It could be any day. I am watching the way the angle of the sun is elongating the shadows of the fence posts and trees along the ground. Looking at them like they should be moving faster. Those shadows. They are going one way or another, but it’s all the same to me, because I sit there thinking about people.

1 comment:

  1. you pretty little genius... i love the way this sounds. spoken like a true whiskey drinkin' people thinkin' blue eyed twinklin' sissa o' mine.