To make up for lack of posts...

The purse you gave me is unraveling at the seams,

Clinging on by a thread to my shoulder’s edge,

Pushing against my side, nudging persistently.

At one time each crease whispered of a beaming smile stretching to the sun, pistachios, and cobblestones paving the streets of Italy. That paved a way into my heart.

Now the purse is worn and tired. Slowly and undeniably the stitching separates, loosens, unties.

It sags, heavy though it holds nothing but air. Nothing but air. Do you see?

The purse you gave me has seen the world. Now it seeks the ever evasive stream of memories and echoing laughter just beyond its reach.

Every now and then it catches two staring brown eyes blinking in its direction. Only to see them turn distractedly leaving a trail of dust particles swirling, sighing, scattering onto it's bare dull green skin.

   photo by Smita Shete (2007)

YES

This made me ridiculously happy, it's so fun. Happy Saturday!
http://www.youtube.com/user/latenight?v=B8wfWO06yp8

thought of the day

by and by

time flies

children become giants

stomping the earth with boots of metal

leaving a trail of flowers, dried and yellowed

Light Up

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USzW_yf9HNY

"Leaving San Francisco is like saying goodbye to an old sweetheart. You want to linger as long as possible. " Walter Cronkite

Hello San Francisco

 

 

 

"It's an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world." Oscar Wilde
 

 

 

"Newly formed whitish fog filtering through the harp strings of the Golden Gate Bridge and then puffing out its chest as though pleased with its dramatic entrance; but the only applause is the quiet lapping of the waves as they disappear under the silent mass." Herb Caen 1949