there’s an old woman who lives at 2176 21st street whom i will never meet; beyond her, there are big white puffy clouds in a bright blue sky. i can see them clearly.
nixon
no lights this year. this reminds me of nixon. i was in grade school or something similar. then all the tv shows were replaced by long drawn-out political proceedings. what a waste. we should have had the lights.
foggy tuesday
here we are on a foggy tuesday morning – the fog seems a little later this year than usual, but the cold feels right on target. wanda was accidentally left out in the back yard last night and i was awakened to clawing noises at the back door. today, it almost looks as if the old rhododendrons in the yard might bloom again – resurrected!
Moya Watson 