C'est Lamore
I watched recently as a past lover passed. She did not, could not, have seen me. I saw her, waiting at a light while I sipped my beer and talked with a colleague. She looked great and I was happy to see her look great I truly hope she is, truly. The light changed, she moved on with no way of knowing of my brief voyuerism. I turned to my colleague. "I'm sorry you were saying?"
Falling
We fall
over
on
into
We fall
from
flat
down
We fall
in love
So many things that fall describes are bad. Yet we use this expression with love. It sems idiotic yet I wouldn't mind skinning my knees just a bit...
posted by Tom at 9:54 PM
2 Comments:
Don't know if you got my other comments. Bookshelves look great.
Keep up your writing, you are getting quite good. You might want to save this stuff to a floppy
Did the first letter of the lady you saw in the car begin with a M or an S?
Did you talk to Tamara.
Have a good day.
MOM
you should read some e.e. cummings.
the bookshelves look good (i would have put the second divider more to the left, but you know how i am). the colors are GREAT. i am sure sophie is tickled..well, light green. :)
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