Monday, July 19, 2010

speaking of cranes and herrings and being in the sky.

it took all the air in my wheels all the sound in the microwave all the clock faces and it was nothing but fog and an optical illusion and i still got to work early.

and i guess that was work. there was prairie grass and cityscape and acid yellow cicadas and brown paper bag grasshoppers. and a butter-colored butterfly crammed in to a bug box, caught with 10-year-old palms, a bug hunt enthusiast for sure.

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