Tag: #dpp2013
dpp numero veinticuatro
walking into a house
so still
so quiet
after riding in the dark
words strewn across the car
banging against the windows.
a day
that lasts in one’s memory.
the eve that is pregnant
with expectation
of the morning to come
with hopeful white
and assorted packages under
a pine.
after the chaos dies down
with the blur of black boots
and red holly sweaters–
the quietness of the house
with familiarity packed into
rooms of my youth
i wonder
what part i make of this mad race
why i smile
grow excited…
when my heart was fullest
in the glow of the candles
in the old pine-floored sanctuary
faces alight with joy and singing
praising the Christ
and glimpsing
hope and eventual
renewal.
dpp numero viente
as usual we are having a wonderful time in st. louis–hosted by the lovely kj. wine and spaghetti to come. nebraska tomorrow.
dpp numero deiciocho
dear man at the grocery store driving a station wagon who yelled “hey, lady”and did the “come-hither-cause-i-am-hot-stuff” eye brow lift,
you will not find a woman by yelling at them while they are carrying groceries.
perhaps if you helped them carry the groceries…
pajama pant wearing women are not suggesting they are in need of a bed.
they are probably just tired or too lazy to get dressed. or both.
the “eyebrow” lift did not and will not convince a woman to drop her groceries and jump in your station wagon…
unless you’re joseph gordon-levitt or ryan gosling. (you did not hear that from me).
straggly naval-long beards are not usually a turn-on…
unless you are a dwarf woman or gandalf’s wife.
despite all that i have said, thanks for the compliment…
definitely wasn’t feeling sexy today.
till next time-
ab