Monday, May 28, 2007

memorial day

Jonesville, Indiana
Nobody knows; that's the thing. The sky is light and dark, and refractory, and it's inexpressible, Frank, the raw feeling that is felt by all of us who walked with you along these dirt roads. And the pigs won't eat, without you; nor the roosters brew; nor the cowboys ride; nor the tractors dance; and your laughter, without you... To say miss doesn't even touch it.

1 comment:

albane said...

the gift of a rainbow and memories... feeling with one beyond the boundaries of flesh in a silent encounter, or better yet a series that does not require scheduling, is part of what happens when one is not longer reachable by phone. the gift of RAIN, bows and laughter...