(a continuation, of sorts, of this piece) it is that time when the dark won't come soon enough but comes too often when there is only light leaving when no blanket is soft enough no darkness thick enough when all that we can see is all that we can have and it too is leaving when yesterday was bright and tomorrow is a shadow it is that time when there is no one about
I've been re-reading The Myth of Sisyphus again.... "All this is good and I wait for you to continue. But you tell me of an invisible planetary system in which electrons gravitate around a nucleus. You explain this world to me with an image. I realize then that you have been reduced to poetry: I shall never know." --Albert Camus
i am driving home, back to work, back to the kitchen, our new cafe, on this late october early evening with the day and the days getting darker by degrees and i see a tall white van backed up the drive of a small house. its back doors are open and on its side is painted a large blue cross with the name Provider Plus in white letters cut out of the cross and of course i wonder if someone has come home to die. a brace of mallards cuts across my route as i cross the river and they follow it. i must stop at the grocery for fruit as the commercial supplier's have been so atrocious lately. the parking lot is packed on this early friday evening and i see the pinking autumn sky reflected in the windows of all the cars and trucks. it will be dark by the time i get home.
Do you look beautiful, Do you look beautifully, or Do you look beauty fully in the face and tell it to fuck right off? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My beautiful wife hates to have her picture taken. What have you done to my love? My little girl wants to be a ballerina, a fairy. What will you do to love? So many girls becoming so many women. What do you do to love?
(Warning: What follows is of a Graphic and Insectile Nature!)
There she was, minding her own buzzness….
…when out of nowhere…
Must have been the scent of Lavender….