Sunday, December 25, 2011
Dim With Lights
Frost covers everything. The cars, the trees, bushes, the frosty land. Things underneath the trees. Anything alive keeps moving or holds still for frost. There is the fat raven in the parking lot at Bi-Mart. The clouds look dry but what drifts in is high up and almost blueberry. The same way it is fate that comes about in a nutshell. Mom on the couch endlessly speaking to her sister on the phone. About the hot spot and the islands, explaining. About the meal. I hope the cards come quickly. I think I'd most likely pick Courage or Commencement. Saw an osprey and a red-tailed hawk down by the Kalapooya. It will be almost ten years that I have with the system. Different beats, yes, but all-in-all, it's all wrapped up with a big red bow, empty inside. To be admired from the outside.