Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

church street on may 24th

the air is nearly wet, a canopy of pregnant clouds forbids the electric enthusiasm with which these first few days of real heat are customarily met. the patios on church are fit to burst, attended not only by young girls with cigarettes but also by older couples dining on continental fare with pleasant garnishes on plastic tables which seem rock and sway with the rhythm of conversation even as the sky grows darker and the birds scatter...

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