and then, like after half a bottle of good malt, the rest starts to sway a
little and I start to lose track of time and place... (But it sounds as tho
it was all FUN!)
Bob, thank you. A couple of dozen drafts might help. Actually, it is
difficult to get in the events of the day without the diary being much to
long and even more rambling. Probably only meant for the moment. I wrote
this partially cause no one would picket or storm the fence. But later I
wrote another:
Understanding Walls
I walked up to the fence.
I walked around the fence.
I touched the fence.
*
In the end, things are not as dramatic as we poets make them out. The new
dining hall will fit the parks architecture and has all the right approvals
and we writers went on about the rest of our days as if it had always been
there.
Smiles.
Gary
July Stazja and new Gary at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html
*New* Wild/Eliot Hyperpoem at: http://wildhyper.homestead.com/front.html
Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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