The rain was very distracting on my commute yesterday--there was just so much to look at in the sky: the clouds, the breaks in the clouds, the walls of fog. Am I getting simple?
Feb. 21 am
Witchcrafted in half
I'm voodooed in the driver's
seat. Who guards the doll?
Feb. 21 pm
Sweet unsteamed kettle
shrieks ascoted manners and
puppets to heaven.
But the primary source of my distraction is the arrival of the ever-elusive gata. In honor of this all-too-rare event, one from the archives:
June 7, 2006
Pie-makers, weep not:
Bake trophies of peaches; feed
your judges honey.
-for the gata
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