Street with Pipe Smokers
This is much better; this is perfect.
Remember strolling across the park one cool autumn day and running into
Mr. R., who was smoking. He smiled at you and knew you, but could not
remember your name.
Automobile with Black Road
P always did. Remember your name. Looked
even once closely and fully at your face and pronounced your one name
correctly. You waited for him in his black wool overcoat and found he was
one of the first to have a phone in his car.
Nimble Free Hand
It reached for you, pulled its fingers
through your hair. Crocheted a bed jacket. Snapped poppit beads in and
out of a fabulous necklace.
Chain of Memory
Nimbly she planted the peach-colored
hyacinths on various graves. What to do when the water rises--is that a
fair thing to expect in a cemetery? I mean after your loved ones are
planted don't you have a right to expect they'll be dry?
Dwelling with Staircases and Many Rooms
I would like to go there; I am fond of
staircases. And the privacy rooms should be at the top of staircases, not
the bottom. I stood next to G for that photograph, and both of us were
very much younger then, although no one looked better.
It's true I went to the baseball game with
R, and he almost kissed me. We were laughing about something and I got
into my car and closed the door and he stuck his head in the open window
and almost kissed me. For years I was never quite sure of this.
Uneven and Ambling
Rises and irises have a lot
in common. And if it were not for our arbitrary wanting of "I" to be
capitalized, they'd have more.
Theater of Aberrations
After a while it becomes reality. This
morning I was thinking about T and how I'd said something I shouldn't
have said and then later she said I should have, even sooner. And it
turned out that was the best thing I ever said and who knew?
Site Inhabited by Objects
I remember where to start now, if I could
only sit comfortably. Probably I can move these things around, though not
nimble. Favorite of favorites, the lavender tree bush.
Surge of the Virtual
Contraptions of ignominious proportions.
Who do you think you are fooling here, the nub-rubbers? No puns allowed.
A woman who loved her dog, who had stopped all drinking, even water.
C says someone wants to come over for a
tour of my garden and that person would call first and that's good I
think because I'm writing now and don't even want to be hearing about
someone coming to look at my garden but if they call and come another
time that would be good.
Married Couple Visiting
McSomething was her married name, her
single name, her banana. And the quick banana that all of us ride is
this: no Freud intended. You bury the blue shells in the mud.
I left it on the counter though I didn't
mean to. And C left a black one in New Jersey. And all around the white
counter were blue ones, blue berets, turquoise berets. That's not the
color you were imagining, I know, but there you have it.
Diane Wald | Screen Ten
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