Bells upon Bells
2006-03-31 - 10:12 p.m.

I’ve taken your chagrin and placed it under a little plant outside and I’m going to try very hard to keep the slugs from getting to it, but I can’t be sure they won’t somehow elude me while I’m painting my knees mauve or lavender or some silly shade that I’m currently certain that my knees need to be. O, there is something about springtime that makes it all about finding the little denim bits about the floor and giving them to turtles to take to kind people that will properly cherish them.

It is impossible to avoid a certain pleasant melody that creeps into the file folders that you’ve stacked neatly beside the television. I have a new pair of shoes, and you’ve just ironed your pants. There is something we could do, and I think you know what I mean.

There are giants tearing apart the terraces and I’m suddenly glad that we’ve got our house over here where the lots are too small for anything but a small garden and a decorative chair.

It starts in the springtime, doesn’t it? I don’t think I’ve ever been quite this in love with everything. And nothing needs to be in love with me. I’ve become a part of the sky. I can toy with the people below, but for now I have decided that I’ll just watch them and listen carefully for some sweet melody to find its way to me while I cuddle with the sun.

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