I'm out of town. I'm crazy busy. I wrote a poem, though. It's called horizon and you can read it below. Or, if you want to read a good poem, go here and see one of my favorites.
horizon
i went to see the blind watchmaker
in his golden city
i wanted to ask him why
the moon often
looks much larger
when it's near the horizon
but when i got to the city
and rang the giant bell
there was no answer
the sky was clear
over the marshes
as i travelled home
and there were long lines
of migratory birds
undulating from horizon
to horizon
over the horizon
farther away than you can imagine
in another place
these things make sense
there are only answers
and birds
under the giant moon
That's it.
Later. Love.
