I was cutting a lime yesterday and found a cut on my thumb I didn't know was there. I found the cut several times.
I'm not really a fan of Michael Douglas or Tobey Maguire. But I do like Douglas when he plays against his slick image like in this movie or in "Falling Down".
This one is a fanfic dream.
DAYS
by Billy Collins
Each one is a gift, no doubt,
mysteriously placed in your waking hand
or set upon your forehead
moments before you open your eyes.
Today begins cold and bright,
the ground heavy with snow
and the thick masonry of ice,
the sun glinting off the turrets of clouds.
Through the calm eye of the window
everything is in its place
but so precariously
this day might be resting somehow
on the one before it,
all the days of the past stacked high
like the impossible tower of dishes
entertainers used to build on stage.
No wonder you find yourself
perched on the top of a tall ladder
hoping to add one more.
Just another Wednesday
you whisper,
then holding your breath,
place this cup on yesterday's saucer
without the slightest clink.
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