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Why isn’t it hot

to wear socks half up your calves

without any pants?

creeping opening

a slow dawning

like the awareness that it’s raining outside

and it has been for a while

noticing that you’ve been hearing

the gutter drain just out the window

for you’re not sure how long

and it’s lulled you into

a sleepy passivity

how many things are like that?

wear at the edge of consciousness

until they're just

the way it’s always been

This morning I went walking through fall sunshine, wind, and golden leaves raining down, pushing a stroller containing a sleeping toddler, for nearly two hours. The weather was crisp but warm, the light radiating off the falling leaves and sometimes even swirling into the stroller but completely failing to make the sleepy toddler even stir. The streets were quiet on a Monday midday, the only sound the wind in the stiffening papery leaves.

Walk walk walk

hush hush hush

step step step

shhh, shh, sshhh

Ode to Fall in Seattle--Guest post!

Heater stopped by as I was sitting down to compose my daily, and started offering suggestions, so I made her write a poem of her own. 

Our warm grey blanket

Shrouding us with damp protection

Then dim light

Breaking through the clouds

Slanting through the trees

Orange, red, soggy flames

Grinding into rich hummus under my feet

As I plod home in the dark

-By Heather Ralph

Things that go bump in the night

His head on my bladder

his foot on my ribs

his knee in my side

my head on the headboard

my toe on the doorjamb

my butt on the toilet seat

Ack, I missed my first day yesterday! Just completely forgot. I was sick so I lay in bed all day and read books--I totally had lots of time, but my head was foggy...

Still sniffly. But today was better than yesterday. And I *still* almost forgot. Time does funny things when you have too much of it!

Pelvic decorations

If you wear socks you can sneak better when there are parties at your house

When the second wave of revelers

enters the kitchen—

when you’ve just said goodbye to the last set,

yawning, mellow folk—

when more friends mosey in

and seamlessly take over the entertaining—

there are two choices.

You can stay up and start a whole new round

of conversation,

finding out about new jobs and

chewing over relationship choices and

making another round of drinks,

or you can creep quietly upstairs

without even saying goodnight

and look at your computer,

peaceful,

 while they laugh downstairs.

(They won’t even notice you’re gone.)