Monday, October 8, 2007
It seemed we would be capable of a great communication now, but as we walked I realized I didn't know what to say to her. We went down the street without talking. The traffic was light, evening was approaching, and as we passed below some trees the streetlights suddently came on. This moment has always amazed me. I knew the woman had seen it too, but it is always a disappointment to mention a thing like this.
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Ethan Caan, "Star Food," _The emperor of the Air_
We are all great grandchildren
of Proust
I have my first headcold
of the season
my friend tells me
I can't wait
for rain
I'm meditating again
his son says
"Dad, you're not Chinese,
so cut it out!"
he says
I just want to hear
the sound between
raindrops
ordinary life
ordinary Zen
it's all weak
tea
to me
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