wednesday 4 april 02007 11:58pm
sitting on the edge of the bed

for weeks the streets have been awash in petals, petals, pink and white raining the air, the ground, the everything. every year i write of this, treeblossom season; every year it makes me flabbergasted to be alive. now, a new twist:

today i left the bedroom window open.
tonite, petals on the bedroom floor.