Sunday, October 4, 2009

It doesn't matter

It doesn’t really matter all the things I remember how my father would carry me on his shoulders my mother’s box of rings the Eiffel tower the manta rays swimming in the light of the dock everything becomes a footnote something someone puts in parenthesis or leaves in the back of a closet (remember how I said I liked your tie?)


1 comment:

Carol Miller said...

Outstanding! Want a ring? And shall we post the pictures of the Medusas in the Monterey acquarium?