on the way down the slope the sun is rising, casts light on the red of the belly of the pink and grey galahs. i catch the thought as it enters my head, as it enters my mouth, i catch it in my lips. i hold it here, in the little mossy hollow of my mouth, between its roof and my tongue and i feel it bounce as i am running. i will hold it with me for the whole of the day, i decide, and only let it out when i feel the heave of the door close behind me, when my foot hits the pavement and when all the rest of the light i can see calls out from in front, running, for me to chase it.
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mmmmm. i love this one.
thats because it was for you. truly. no lie.
Hi Emma,
Phone stolen last night - darn. I'm having a birthday thing next sat - more details to follow. Email address is tim_melbourne@yahoo.com
Talk to you soon!
Tim
yay!
this morning, ribbons of opal light stream from the clouds' shifting veils, and i pull them from the water, run inside and look for places to put them so i can find them again when december comes and the sun is gone. yesterday, we picked blackberries in the park, pulled light off the thorny brambles, and today we'll bake a pie. i love you, emma.
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