last day

[aberystwithe]

last day of work.... drags by...sigh...

the taste of garlic row lasts forever
when mountain stars rush across
and throw moving light on our faces,
moving rain clouds after singing to me
all everything so slow
yet the sun hurries to set
and music sneaks by unnoticed.
all throughout, the taste of garlic
I could measure its passing in an instant.
it was on the mouth of the water bottle -
I'd forgotten.
but it tasted good to you, too...

Amy & Pat & I want camping tomorrow... I'm thinking Putney mountain...

~elly