Monday, February 11, 2008
in which the head of the fish still rings with the sound of whistles and sirens
I thought at some point,
I could SO not wear that hat,
neither when i was that age or now,
and try as I might, I don't understand the rules
There is, however, something poetic about the colour of the water in a downpour at dawn.
Occasionally during a three day State Waterpolo tournament, there are nice moments,
especially since rain returned to the land of the fish.
Meanwhile, I get to remember life in small coastal towns
and glimpse scenes from the summers of my past
before things got a little out of hand.