Sunday, July 05, 2009

Fixing What's Wrong With Her


Where she is it is never silent.
She holds her book up to the window
to read when the lights go out.

By moonlight. By starlight.

It's not sufficient to her needs;
she strains to make out the words.



Blogger james said...

my heart goes out to you all.

1:42 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


I can always go one more round if you'll only keep being my corner man.

6:09 PM  
Blogger james said...

you know i am. bless you, bud.

3:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tears at this one.
my boat is like yours.


11:08 AM  

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