Monday, August 29, 2005

While I was sleeping...

While I was sleeping, ten dozen bombs bellowed, five hundred more died – including the four hundred most people won’t count – a water pipe broke, some power went out, some soldiers were shot at, some soldiers ate chow; a mouse’s dead carcass proliferates odor throughout my small office; the mayor has moved. Some soldiers went home, some visit, some stay; the server goes down; throw darts at the network manager’s face. My flowers have died now, two weeks and still counting; I salvaged a bookshelf to give myself space. The August sun hot, the wind even hotter, but those of us “seasoned” say ‘It’s getting cool.’ My little man Omar is set on a wedding, but all I can think of is him back in school.


At 8/29/2005 11:19 PM, Blogger James said...

Tommi, I'm sorry for my absence from your world...I've been feeling it. And reading this post makes me feel it even more. I wish I could be there with you. What a team we would make. All my love to you.

Your baby brother,


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