Monday, August 28, 2006

GOODBYE GOLDEN TROUT

The katsura leaves are releasing their sweet aroma into the arboretum; the bats are greedier; the far-away snows are dwindling. I have one little brown spot on the back of my left hand that I rub lovingly, telling it, "Welcome, welcome."

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can you see bats in your neighborhood? We used to have them but the area where they used to fiend for bugs was condoed over, so now we don't see them. But K. and I both saw what might have been bats last night, so maybe they are making a comeback.
--MC

1:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My home is filled with bats, but without them, the snakes show no fear. Even in silence I hear their raspy bat lungs gulp at the air. I hear their pointed tongues lap their pointed teeth. I hear their own parasites gnaw and climb for purchase in the dark, oily recesses of their leathery substance.

In fact, I'm off to get another sack of mosquitos and moths for the bats now. Without 'em, the bats begin to test me, my warm blood a map of temptation, my darting eyes a sign of weakness. Even my policeman's cap and nightstick will not cow them into detente.

6:09 AM  
Anonymous Bingo said...

Awesome colours

4:35 AM  
Blogger cheesemeister said...

Psychedelic!
I like the "trip" back in time.

1:51 PM  
Blogger aeron said...

I've thought about these top like devices that pop up in your work from time to time. It's odd to imagine them being buildings/towers, each of which are perpetually spinning in place.

3:24 PM  
Blogger Jerry Waese said...

such jivas
such respect of life in another form
a very strong idea of spirit beyond body.
welcome but take your time.

3:27 AM  
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10:31 PM  
Anonymous PetCareRx said...

I've thought about these top like devices that pop up in your work from time to time.

4:49 AM  

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