Friday, June 29, 2007

cdlxxxvi

I have no idea where you keep your gloves
and I really don’t think I have the capacity
to remember the names of most of the blooms I love.
Winter is winter.

“Oh it is inescapable kiss.”

To quote or not to quote when
words really don’t matter anyway. Is that the question?

It’s hilarious how I romanticize. I’m on a rock in Yosemite
and I wanted to write something down
but I forgot it already. Maybe next time....