to clear the cobwebs

slow in arrival this fall is. though the wind rattles the aluminum windows, the sun is again out, and the temperatures demand short sleeves. the pumpkins in the yard seem to have stopped growing, perhaps in acknowledgement of these lead feet. a lazy sunday. the moving of furniture. guitar and coffee and photos hung on the wall. fried egg sandwiches for lunch. japanese for dinner. a warm cup of oolong to ease the tensions of soul. what tensions beg you? the songs that are slow in coming. the hands that seem to never understand how that damn piano works. the notes all crashing together and sounding the same. some days, the art we make was just to clear the cobwebs i suppose. to move the dirt a bit. digging in the soil.

Posted by jeff pitcher at October 16, 2005 05:42 PM

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