"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

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Kindly leave

Day Seventeen: Write a poem of greeting.

In many
cultures,
traditional
greetings
are often
reserved
for those
individuals
groups are
especially
happy to
see. In
this case,
though,
that is
tempered
by our
impatience.
Nice of
you to
show up.
Aren't you
needed
elsewhere?
_________________________________________________

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Deerhunter, Earthquake

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