leg shaking.

an old woman, 67 or so, rides off on a red bike with a blue box on the back. trucks grind the road, as the heat begins to rise. i had forgotten the daily temperature fluctuations in this part of the world. and so i sit at a cafe, listening to snippets of conversations. the impact of baby boomers on the montana economy. complaints of the heat to my left. two girls, holding hands and whispering with with faces so close. a young man with his fancy glasses, strolling the grey lot, by a white car, talking on the phone. i wonder if these college boys look at me and think me old. today, after hitting my head rather hard on the ceiling while attempting to hang a plant, i went into the bathroom to check for blood. one of the good things about my hair beginning to thin, was the ease with which i could part the seas, and check for red. alas, the ravages of age. so i sip my iced tea, wonder how i would feel if i too removed my shirt like the man to my right. is there ego in this man's desire to cool himself? but then in about ten minutes, i will be out on a patch of grass, {a rather public patch of grass} with my headphones on, dancing. this dancing thing is a long story that i've not told, that i will not now tell, for it is time to dance. time to shake a leg as one might say. if perchance you read this, and see me dancing, please know that i do not speak while shaking my leg{s}. no offense.

Posted by jeff pitcher at August 8, 2005 11:23 AM

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