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

Monday, July 17, 2006

pinecones versus my new red shoes

pinecones are small, brown crunchy things, not summer
creatures either. some were huddled together today on the
sidewalk and i stepped (shuddered) as they crunched
beneath my new red shoes. they were hiding from
the heat, i think, beneath the shade of some urban tree.

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