Awise ye Wacoons of teh World!!
The Council of Elders 
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Mama's brought the boyz
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Party's Over. . . .
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Monday, August 24, 2009
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
2 comments:
Oh my goodness!
You weren't kidding when you said you had a bad case of racoons.
So they are ignoring you now while you snap pictures? That's a bad sign...
Next thing you know you'll wake up by the creek and they'll have moved into your house!
I'm standing above them, in the dark. If I come out with the porch light on, and the *see* me, they run like krezzy. Still, I think you're right: that could be where it's headed. . . .
A young one broke in a few years ago while I was in NYC, did a lot of damage before he found he way back out. But nothing much of interest; maybe he told the others?
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