novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- canoes waking up late, ignoring the ringing telephone. taking turns washing our faces in the bathroom and lathering on sunscreen while walking around the lake to rent a canoe for an hour bianca in pigtails bouncing along behind her the wind i started singing about everything in my line of vision to the melody of some musical i've forgotten already, drinking iced tea and switching hands on the oars to turn directions, birds flying everywhere around us. i'm still on that lake. rowing. my muscles are used to the movement and if i lift my arms above my head they whine like an old guitar being slowly tuned. 8:56 pm - 07.13.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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