this is for harper: thoughts

amidst the moving motions of dusty tomes from the back to the front of the library i thought of you; partly because the books are heavy and i'll eb honest i could use the help but i think it was also the lack of presence of friendly competition and confidations - my life is much emptier without you, frankly.

somewhere under meditarian skies and mediteranean waters and meditteranean breaths of life i hope you find yourself reasoning up in clouds and under the earth with the worms and the real, stone things that find themselves to be tangible and knowable like the world we don't see around us

on the boot. when you are there, take a moment and contact the satellite men and make sure you peer down at your house and then also check where you are standing to see if you can catch a flash of hair or eyes because maybe from space you'll see somethign you never noticed before

i hope you brought shoes- i have heard that streets don't bear walking but feet will try anyway

since you have been gone many things of happenning happened but i was not part of them so i didn't really see- they tell me that things are going on somewhere and that perhaps hearts have been stolen and souls lost and maybe fingers or knuckles were broken and fish swallowed whole into stomach acid and the beers and whiskies drunk and the oceans sunk under themselves in some kind of fibrations.

i am expecting you to be browner when you return.

i am expecting you to be someone i don't recognize.

i am expecting to be surprised by the way you step and the way you climb mountains.

i am expecting to be at the restaurant and order beer with you.

friends begets friends and i hope you find this truth when you are basking under suns and moons and you find yourself treading and maybe you will find hands and those sloping shoulders of italian beauty; maybe those eyes and shoulders will scuttle darkness- it'll be warmth out of holes and valleys.

(have fun =D)