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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Instructions



"...there are takers
even at this late date
still to be
found
as the fire sings
through the
trees."

From "Trollius and trellises" by Charles Bukowski

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Fire still singing through my trees; feverish still, but back to work, etc. The Mur is doing fine; now, off for more broth and tea.

4 comments:

R.L. Bourges said...

ahhhh! I know chicken soup is a cure-all but plenty of lemon and honey in that tea is mighty fine, too.

(That line about Bukowski's 'machine-gun delivery' is right-on. You can almost feel his words crunching into the aluminum siding.)

Keep on feeling better, Lori.

David Rochester said...

It's easier to enjoy being when your being is at ease. Don't work too hard too soon. Rest up, y'hear?

Pedro said...

I will surely try!

Shelly Lowenkopf said...

Images; it's all in the images.