Saturday, July 08, 2006
This tree: it cannot make up its mind what direction it wants its branches to grow. Sometimes they seek the sky, sometimes they follow the rifts in the earth's energy fields. Sometimes they follow a sharp tailed swallow, sometimes they follow a kiss escaped the kitchen next door and wafting over to this fool, here.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
This is the second year we have planted basketball bushes under our deck. We water them with gasoline, and in the fall harvest them in the darkness wearing Knick's jerseys. You think this is strange, but you haven't tasted our fresh picked basketball jellies. They slam-dunk your palate, and set your face on fire.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
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