Friday, July 29, 2011

As the 8 o'clock bells chime

writing in the park
lines on the page, long lines of shade

8 o'clock
a quiet reflection, sketching.

Remarkable how within hours the storm swept in so completely, streets into rivers that the storm drains can't take away, trees and street lights swinging in the wind.

4th week of July

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