Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Bed tea, tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, buffing up.

1. My father opens the curtains and puts on the bedside table a cup of tea. I drink it, roll over and go back to sleep.

2. Woodpecker holes in a dead pine tree.

3. Polishing my desk with beeswax so the shine comes up again. I always leave it far too long between polishings, and then when it's done, I wonder why I didn't do it sooner.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...