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summer_jackel) wrote2013-04-04 10:33 pm
summer_jackel) wrote2013-04-04 10:33 pm
Entry tags:
Slice of life
I am pedaling a training bike in my kitchen, laptop set on a milk crate between the handlebars.
Two hours so far, and it's after ten;
A soft noise rises behind me, and I understand that
the hound curled on her couch is howling the softest howls
in tune with my cadence
a little hound song
of longed-for bedtime.
Two hours so far, and it's after ten;
A soft noise rises behind me, and I understand that
the hound curled on her couch is howling the softest howls
in tune with my cadence
a little hound song
of longed-for bedtime.