"Shadow Ghazal"
At the hockey game, this beauty makes the entire row stand up, several times, and we don’t mind. As she glides by, I only glance, but breathe her wholeheartedly.
The daughter-of-a-thousand-questions is dragging her butt this morning. She asks if she can play Selena Gomez in the car. I almost snap “No!” but it’s only 20 minutes to school.
That would be you – sitting alone at a table in the restaurant – watching through the window as I pay my bill, finish my glass of white on the patio – hesitate. Is that her?
To be so careful with sharp-edged words that have no real purpose – words that are not helpful, not kind, not positive – perhaps a dark shadow of the undeveloped heart.
Elevator talk is all about the snow – how awful, how early, did we actually have a summer? But this bundled grey-sky with snow falling and gathered in the trees, only makes me smile.
Listened to the Playboy station on my Sirius Satellite system in the Hummer the other day. I noticed my IQ (not stellar to begin with) dropped 20 points after just five minutes.