Friday, August 16, 2002

I want the right to be reckless…

To throw stones into brooks and pebbles into oceans,
To walk through thoroughfares, water-hose in hand,
To jump on the sofa,
To make faces at guppies in the aquarium.
To eat cotton-candy…
Not as reckless as downright goofy…

I’m going to go up on the roof tonight and sit and stare at the sky. A firefly or two should be coming my way and we’ll all sit and watch the silence glow.

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