October 27, 2009. Rescued, as it were, and left on a sill covered with raindrops, awaiting the return of its owner, someone who thought “oh, this looks pretty in my ear”. Now it is gone, lost, maybe forgotten, maybe regretfully so. Why didn’t I go back to get it? Where did I lose it? But then it is left here, by someone who thought it was too pretty to be trodden underfoot. It’s red and golden threads brighten an overcast day and a gray window.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
RED GRAY GOLD
October 27, 2009. Rescued, as it were, and left on a sill covered with raindrops, awaiting the return of its owner, someone who thought “oh, this looks pretty in my ear”. Now it is gone, lost, maybe forgotten, maybe regretfully so. Why didn’t I go back to get it? Where did I lose it? But then it is left here, by someone who thought it was too pretty to be trodden underfoot. It’s red and golden threads brighten an overcast day and a gray window.
