i finish my dinner and

i finish my dinner and go for a walk. the streets are quiet, save but the sound of tires on wet pavement. a train whistle in the distance. a plane breaks the gray sky, and hums off to new places. an enormous metal bird, with perfect eyes. i stop, and stare up at the mechanical beast, wishing is was going somewhere other than around the block. i pass the houses and peer through their bright and blurry windows. i wish i had a house. i see a red light on in a room, and it makes me miss that duplex in davis on arthur street. oh the hours i spent in that garage making music. oh the hours. ray carver would understand this moment i think. he would tell the story of a thirty year old man who went for a walk after dinner and remembered another time. and then the man would walk home and make tea. sit in his room and listen to the rain. falling. falling. falling.

Posted by at February 12, 2003 10:30 PM

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