Walked farther than I intended to. The whole six miles. But, bah!, it took an 2.5 hours this time, instead of just 2. Still, I read another 73 pages in "Writing Down The Bones". And got a poem out of it, to boot:

Parallel

I am still walking beside you,
though we are ten miles apart
I am still walking beside her,
though I wake inside her eyes
and we live in the same bed
I will try not to tell lies
Who is mine?
or, When did I lose them?
Keep walking
with hearts in my hands


July 16, 2004


...Hey, short and kinda poem-like this time, even. Who knew?