Wednesday, March 12, 2008


From inside the house, the window was a frame around a scene: a set of leafless interlocking maples obscuring a view of a house, and the front-porch light turns on filling the graying scene with a tiny smudge of yellow-orange.

1 comment:

ed said...

he preferred chocolate.
she preferred vanilla.

she preferred moonlight.
he preferred streetlight.

he preferred sugar.
she preferred molasses.

she preferred cotton.
he preferred ebony.

they preferred each other preferring another & this was how their marriage worked.