05 October, 2004

Fractured Sunlight

...shoots colors all around/ Like a sunset going down....

I spend more time than necessary with the hose. Washing a chair being the ostensible purpose of water use, I fall into a mesmeric state watching tiny rainbows, feeling breeze carry fine mist to my face, looking at tiny prismatic diamond droplets clinging to the surface of my black slacks and sweater, touching naked toes to wet blades of grass.

Electronic shrill of telephone shatters my trance.

(She's A Rainbow; The Rolling Stones)

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