not dead yet
The procedure was extremely eck! but now it's over. Which makes me happy. So here's a happy (er) poem and pic from the state fair.
Your Tenth Birthday
clamor, bells, ringing that
sounds like the radio's voice,
awakened from your nap
by your own light, your flesh
glows a little, you leave traces
on the curtains when you sigh;
outside in the warm evening streets,
people leave their cars at stoplights,
move onto our lawn, hold their breath
at our picture window, all of us waiting
Your Tenth Birthday
clamor, bells, ringing that
sounds like the radio's voice,
awakened from your nap
by your own light, your flesh
glows a little, you leave traces
on the curtains when you sigh;
outside in the warm evening streets,
people leave their cars at stoplights,
move onto our lawn, hold their breath
at our picture window, all of us waiting