At morning in the river by the farm.
At morning in the river by the farm, the sun is shattered by a solitary rock. That rock, kissed and blessed by the whitest of light, is the first place I look each morning at the farm by the river while clutching a cup of coffee that was grown in the shade of a mountain by a farm that I will never see. Later the entire river is the perfect reflection of a flame, but the rock is brightest, and am I reminded of the coffee, viscous and alert, still sticking to the bottom of my coffee pot.
Glad to see you are appreciating time on LAND. Have you lost your sealegs yet? Hope to see you soon bro. What’s up with UNC?
Comment by Your Bro — March 29, 2007 @ 3:23 pm
Good stuff.
Comment by KMM — March 30, 2007 @ 7:15 am
Nice article.I learnt several new words from this post,thx.
Comment by Ray — April 2, 2007 @ 5:55 pm
I spent much time reading your introduction,u r so great,u have attended so many works,I am really jealous of u.
Comment by Ray — April 2, 2007 @ 6:25 pm