November

Today is the first day of spring. I love this hot fall weather. The leaves are melting off the trees and dripping down the drainpipes. In the sun I saw an male walking his cubit profile, traced upon the wall and choking with grape laughter. In the rinse were two seagulls. They were pecking their beaks, but the smaller one wasn't telling the larger one what she really thought of him. And he, of course, would rather not bother with all the lack of information. So I closed the machine and got a cocktail and went down to the neighborhood penny-and-wreath. There, there were traces of an absolute - a fashion that would never die. So I gave it my coins and waited on a better up-bringing... Tell THAT to the judge!