A found poem
Perhaps
Perhaps when the clock strikes
You will sit on a mountain's peak
Basking in the rays of an ancient star
Contemplating the finely rounded belly of a gray rock
Chisled so carefully by ice aged velvet winds
Night holds you
In an intimate embrace
Stone cradles you
As only stone can do
In the stillness of another moment passing
You shall plant your feet in the soil of hope
Stretch your hands to the vaulted sky of dreams
And begin to begin again
posted by kcterrilynn at 9:57 PM
5 Comments:
KC,
this sunday is my fantasy draft (along with Frank the Skank and Zuma).
we were chatting lastnight about who we would take if we had the #1 pick.
anyway, Larry Johnson came up. you think he will be productive again this season...even though al saunders and willie roaf are gone? i just don't think herm edwards is as offensive minded like vermeil was.
thoughts? perhaps we can discuss while have frosty beverages at Cashews!
Awesome writing.
Carl, I think LJ will do just fine...maybe not as explosive as last season, but he'll produce. I think regardless of who's blocking, he'll find the holes, that's what he does. And as for meeting at the Cashew, are you sure... you stood me up last time. :( But tomorrow night is the big blowout going-away bash at the Granfalloon...It's going to be epic. Tell you what, if you hop a flight to KC and come hang out, I'll let you out of the doghouse.
And I forgot to tell you, the other day I was checking out ringers for my new cell and browsing the NFL selections. They have the J-E-T-S chant which made me think of you, of course. Actually there's a ton of Jets crap available for download. Jets and Panthers. What's up with that?
outstanding! where did you find the JETS chant? i have to get that.
just lovely! thanks for sharing that kc. i love all your posts.
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