"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Monday, September 20, 2010



The spirals blurred
and whacked weeds
out of necessity,
brain crops
in photo-editing software
and wildly
before 2 pm,
when it's
tea time and
the crowds gather and
inside to escape the
automatic sky
firing hailstones,
layers of color
between smiling faces
and cotton
stretched thick over the
tops of clouds,
hiding little
but leaving everything to
the imagination.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Paul Simon, Graceland

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