Digging through the boxes
My much loved spousal entity J. is at work the 18th and 19th, and I won't see him until tomorrow (today) evening. So I was killing time digging through the Big Box of Writing Fragments... this is sort of a box of doom where all the poetry and orphaned writing starts that didn't make it into composition books go to settle like foliage on a forest floor.
The many filled and abandoned writing composition books lay scattered over them like fallen trees (to stretch the metaphor).
And I found a poem I worked on last year, which was actually a continuation of a poem I did several drafts of in 2001... this particular draft I'm pleased with.
The opening line especially...
"Falling in love on the Coyote Speedway"
it's a poem about Looney Tunes cartoons and physics and emotions. And that makes me happy.
The many filled and abandoned writing composition books lay scattered over them like fallen trees (to stretch the metaphor).
And I found a poem I worked on last year, which was actually a continuation of a poem I did several drafts of in 2001... this particular draft I'm pleased with.
The opening line especially...
"Falling in love on the Coyote Speedway"
it's a poem about Looney Tunes cartoons and physics and emotions. And that makes me happy.