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Good morning

April 3, 2008

The quilted clouds frame the blooming tulip tree like a bouquet resting on a young girls bed. The sun like a naughty satin sheet golden and peaking out suggesting a loss of innocence. The birds are busy and the squirrels are in a hurry attending to tasks not involving anyone but themselves. I am singular driving in my rumbling tank and the song skips in beat to the pot holes in the street.

The sky opens wider showing more of her slip underneath the big quilted clouds like that Mammy in Gone with the Wind when she shows Captain Rhett her red slip from Paris. The day is slowly revealed in vibrant colors reminding us of the dark mysteries of night.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. April 3, 2008 9:45 pm

    Sure you don’t want to be a writer instead of a nurse???

  2. April 10, 2008 4:53 pm

    Beautifully written. So evocative

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