I shall hang a sign
do not keep off until then
square one is still there
no-one could move it
or limit a proof of from
the top of a wall
even a short fall
the current of air the dust
that is where I stood
Poetry
I shall hang a sign
do not keep off until then
square one is still there
no-one could move it
or limit a proof of from
the top of a wall
even a short fall
the current of air the dust
that is where I stood
been thinking about the nature of boundaries lately….
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Don’t let me stop you. But, I must say, the natural boundaries are less objectionable.
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yea..I don’t like air conditioning. It takes the curl out of my hair.
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I wear mine short, to preclude balding…which I don’t care to do.
But, I need a lightweight hat, to prevent sunstroke. I don’t know why desert houses have skylights.
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heat and dust recently — hope you’re staying cool
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Heat and Dust, I understand…I’ve forgotten Cool, is that urban? I sit in the shade, which feels very much like slow cooking. Indoors, at the new place, it is temperate, and I use only fans, ceiling fans…and spend more time on a ladder than necessary. The Old Place is crawling with green lizards, who just stop and stare…they don’t run away. The hummingbirds, usually territorial, queue at the fountain and seem dazed. Oddly, I’m liking it all.
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good! sounds like you aren’t melting …. admit i spent a good deal of time indoors with the air conditioner yesterday.
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That can spoil a person. I’m attempting radical acclimatization; then, when it drops into the 90’s, in September, it shall really feel cool. There are a few days in between, that are the exception to the ruling heat. I do not walk in the sun.
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