Sunday, March 29, 2009

Late-night Ruminations from a grocery store parking lot...

This rain reminds me of how temporary we are: no sunny day lasts past sunset, no flower's bloom can be preserved, no one's childhood will linger, despite our desperate attempts to make it so...

Streetlights bend the light which dances like jellyfish across my paper while I scrawl with black crayon in the parking lot of Jewel. My eyes continually flick to the entry, searching for the figure that towers over all others... He is racing between the dark puddles, and we are off for an evening together...
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