If you go down to the woods today, You're sure of a big surprise If you go down to the woods today, You'd better go in disguise.
I take the boy for a walk every morning 6;45am to the gully. A stream carries the water down from the mountains and runs through the gully. It also carries bears, l see their blackberry filled scat, like a big homemade pie. People go to the gully to drink, and smoke, l see their empty cans, and their empty soiled pants. People sleep in the gully, there are now two tents, trying hard to hide behind bushes but standing out like safety pins. There is also a couple of people sleeping under the stars, sleeping under the clouds, a blanket thrown over them like their dead. I go by every morning and wave and say "good morning". He raises his sleepy arm, his heavy drowsy head and waves back, "good morning".
For ev'ry bear that ever there was, Will gather there for certain, because Today's the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic.
The seasons can turn on a dime, Somehow I forget every time; These things you've given me They always will stay They're broken... but I'll never throw them away -tomwaits
...these are Sunshine's goats. beautiful animals, they seem so clever, almost tricky
...this one reminds me of coming home from school and watching "The Flying Nun" everyday.
Martha had goats too... I use to visit Martha, she lived on many acres in Bowser and she had many goats. She was in her eighties, out digging in her vast garden, herding her goats, tending her chickens, chopping her wood. I can't describe her place, nor her, but it was so complete, "quality without a name". Her beautiful old sheds and outbuildings, turned silver with age, dancing like., her knarly old fruit trees breathing heavy, the soil in her garden you could smell the richness from the highway. And Martha, silver too, like the wood, her eyes still bright and filled with want. I heard from Sunshine that Martha is in a home now. It seems so wrong, so sad, Martha should be on her land, she should have died there on her land,in her garden, with her goats.
Maybe when our story's over We'll go where it's always spring The band is playing our song again And all the world is green -twaits
...dreamt that Paula sent me a note telling me that she had bad pneumonia and then went on to tell me that love wasn't about loving the other person lots but about loving yourself lots. ( journal-sept2000)
Clayton just got out of a involuntary stay in the psych ward. He looks hollow, sunken, his skin sits on his face like a rubber mask. I've seen Clayton frequently over the last few months. He gets angry sometimes, paranoid thinking that everyone is staring at him He came by one night, angry, angry at his ex girlfriend for not letting him get his stuff, angry at people who owed him money. I'm patient with Clayton but his anger made me angry. "Don't bring your anger here", l said. He followed me into the house, gave me a hug and started crying.
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