Wednesday, November 02, 2005

it was a pretty fast one mind you. to 'Interlachen Ost' it called. with the nose of a bullet and a hush coming from the outside, it bustled through the wondrous landscape. standing around, holding the rail, looking at the mounted green deuter. it was a good feeling.

it was a short ride.

and the lockers at Interlachen West. yes, those i remember.
the car rental too. a white one.
the white soap and the chary old couple.
we din like them.
moved out.
next, the best hotel on earth, with that lake of theirs.
skipping peter.
the singing man and ice cream. next to the lake.
the ducks too.
the snowman of three feet. more like an ice man.
that was ours
the sunglasses, with leather sides.
the kicking of pebbles.

stop kicking the pebbles.
but it trains footwork.

the pot of flowers.
the meadow beneath the cable car.
ascending

that picture.
next to the flowers.
along the street.
the one in new york too.
with the beanie?

that was happy. the best time ever, since we found out.
maybe there were other times before we found out.
maybe i never understood emotions then.

1 Comments:

At 7:51 AM , Blogger an unfurled bunny said...

hey you.

 

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