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Reply To: | "Let us not speak foul in folly!" - ][<en Phollit |
Date: | Mon, 28 Apr 2003 21:26:11 -0400 |
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4/28/03
Aided by the analogue wave of trilling bullfrogs and the democratic
participation of all peepers, I tamp the stones into the clay dust at
the perimeter of our man made body of water. 9:15pm, I could continue
by feel and sound, but I choose to sit and listen. The fingers feel
good, laden with the chalk of a mason's yoke. I jested with Giuseppe
today: "yesterday, I made money with my hands, today, I use only my
fingers". Someday, I will use only my mind; I will save my hands and
fingers for a process in love, only. The night is a cool spring of
mind, no more than a flannel shirt is needed. The stars are bright for
southern New England and the swamp is a symphony of rolling reeds and
twisting tongues.
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To terminate puerile preservation prattling among pals and the
uncoffee-ed, or to change your settings, go to:
<http://maelstrom.stjohns.edu/archives/bullamanka-pinheads.html>
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