30 November 2005

a spill of olives

a spill of olives across kitchen
off-yellows 30-year-old cushion flooring
have to clean it must clean it must
finish writing a beggar's 1500 words
want better without the letter t
look up from the computer because
of a tapping outside the office window
woodpecker feeding on an elm tree
this last afternoon of november
but warm as late september or spring
before blossoms and buds open wide
left knee quietly sings its pain song
of high grey cloud and light rain
sprinkling this wide river valley

shirt: Insomniac Press
loc: beggin' bowl
temp: 14 C
sound: Jamiroquai Travelling Without Moving

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