| July 2005 |
| Sun |
Mon |
Tue |
Wed |
Thu |
Fri |
Sat |
| |
|
|
|
|
1 |
2 |
| 3 |
4 |
5 |
6 |
7 |
8 |
9 |
| 10 |
11 |
12 |
13 |
14 |
15 |
16 |
| 17 |
18 |
19 |
20 |
21 |
22 |
23 |
| 24 |
25 |
26 |
27 |
28 |
29 |
30 |
| 31 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| Jun Aug |
[Macro error: Can't render navigator links because an error occurred: "Can't get the address of "navigator" because the table doesn't have an object with that name.".]
|
Subscribe to this blog in Radio:
E-mail this blog's author, Shirley Mills:  |
|
 |
Sunday, July 17, 2005 |
The nights of the hottest summer days are so cold here.
I clench my bones under the little blanket,
and the dog and the cat seek me for sleep companion.
When the first sun strikes
the plywood sides of the tortoise house
they crash down like walls of Jericho
and the great beast stamps on horned feet
out onto the rocks to take his heat.
Indoors in my drab sweater I blink toward the windows,
drink my tea, and resist going into the light
until the gun's to my head for some brief chore.
All the while I'm remembering winter
and totting up firewood.
8:48:49 AM 
|
|
|
