Things are
changing, things are starting to
spin, snap, fly off into
the blue sleeve of the long
afternoon. Oh and ooh
come whistling out of the perished mouth
of the grass, as things
turn soft, boil black
into substance and hue. As everything,
forgetting its own enchantment, whispers
I too love oblivion why not it is full
of second chances. Now,
hiss the bright curls of the leavs. Now!
booms the muscle of the wind.
Today is the day Daryl decided to put away the boat. I could have waited another few days, and enjoyed one more ride, but, the season has changed and every day the winds threaten to toss the boat around too much for his "sailor" knots. It was one of the windiest day we've had out here so far this year. In the afternoon the clouds pulled in and turned rainey and dark. I suppose these waves do not look so big, but we thought they were big enough to hurry in the boat.
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