Elsewhere a mirror looks on in anticipation, appraising, aggrandizing.
The shades, like so many chimes (alas they only make the dullest music: clack, clack, hss.), strain to close the gap--trying to guess, by turns, the position of the sun.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Empty Room
An empty room fills up with so much smoke.
Elsewhere a mirror looks on in anticipation, appraising, aggrandizing.
The shades, like so many chimes (alas they only make the dullest music: clack, clack, hss.), strain to close the gap--trying to guess, by turns, the position of the sun.
Taken: 11/24/2010. The pork chops' grilling made for a smoky apartment. The sun streamed in beautifully. Like a picnic where the main course is the picnic itself.
Elsewhere a mirror looks on in anticipation, appraising, aggrandizing.
The shades, like so many chimes (alas they only make the dullest music: clack, clack, hss.), strain to close the gap--trying to guess, by turns, the position of the sun.
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