up the road: high hedges.

ok. this is how i felt around 1 p.m.

all fuzzy and faded out.

so i told myself:

enough of this.

realized

i had not eaten

except for

one cookie

with tea

early early

this morning.

so i grab a quick slice of cheese on a grainy cracker.

ok, little man.

off the couch

and

outside.

where's my favourite hat and scarf?

oh, yeah:

still in blue's basket. 

ahhhh.

much better.

out the door. 

oh, look:

it's mister jones. 

smile, michael!

[no....not at ziggy....smile at ME.]  

hi, honey. 

out the door

and

up the road:

cutting wood for walking sticks.

[hint, hint: girlfriends: walking sticks.] 

look at this:

lots of "heart"

as they say

in the woodcarving world. 

"beneath heaven's vault

remember always

walking through halls of cloud

down aisles of sunlight

or

through high hedges of the green rain."

walking the road

reminds me

of the high hedges of varied trees.

and, so. 

all's well that ends well. 

see you later.

alligator.

after a while.

crocodile.

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