He timidly opens the door &peeks in. He`s wearing this colourful scarf &he introduces himself. "Hi, my name is Jose. I`m going to water the plants for you. It will be a long weekend." I mutter some thing to the effect of 'yes...please...gracias[?]' Jose is my favourite grounds worker, but he`ll never know. &that`s all right. Isn`t it? Is it all right to be favoured ambiguously? Is it all right for me to look just a little bit longer when I see a weathered face in hopes of catching sight of that scarf? "What`s your family like? When was the last time you were home?" What good can come from this innocent faithfullness?
What good comes from a foggy may day? It is colder now than it was this morning. &as I sit comfortably in a climate regulated square...is this my excuse for the state of my heart? Oh! SomeOne teach me what it means to love warmly again!
I would like to be involved in some sort of grass roots movement.
fellow travelers.
- B.E.B.
- JEH
- L. Borden
- Pr. Don
- Rebecca
- a softer world
- amateur cartography
- andrea
- any thing, really.
- barrett buys brownies by boston
- build a nest
- circle venture
- green tea w/honey
- h.m.b.
- hasten the day
- he bikes to work occasionally
- hopefulness
- kim
- lamb
- lily
- m.doodles
- mouse
- ms. cari base
- music!
- nelly
- next door neighbour
- nomnom
- o.w.f.
- peace in the chaos
- porch front factory
- postsecret
- psalters.
- rice milk
- ruminate
- star pine
- street art
- syllipsi
- the ashram
- the game that announced we were not to be messed with.
- words.
- συζητεω
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