something old
December 12, 2001
The floor looks like marble.
She reads a book as if nothing else in the world mattered.
He reads the local rag, wearing a
fuzzy red cap and coke-bottle glasses.
He tells a story to a semi-interested
young lady. Noble red golf-hat and
an African accent?
What is he writing? Oh, nothing special.
A faint smile. Wide eyes -- toying
with me.