Colours plan the coming day. Dark as stone or bright as wood, a gentle occlusion flickers the time. You saw the overcast and chances are. Clouds contain heft and fortune. The sight might try to die while you look away. Clouds caught the wind and threw it faster. Rain may plaster the day, snow may mass. Sun couldn't hold the green forever, tho we love to love. Maybe you sang about the boar's head feast, maybe you didn't. If the stars can't last, the light must be churned from elsewhere. Bonfest red dawn and dusk mix in the clouding. Focus to attain just the glimpse of something entire. Ride light and easy even tho. Words constitute the colours remaining. Whole seconds exist to see that. You are listening with your eyes.
Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
Comments