emanations...footpaths...rubbings...implied places...sounds through the walls...voices through the clouds...listening to children...listening to leaves...listening to people listening...laying down an ear and walking away.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
leg of winter
The brick wall seemed just the perfect height for a jump--possible, but with just enough risk to make it impressive. So standing there, I pumped my legs and hopped up to a standing position. But wouldn't a video be great? So again...losing balance and landing back on the sidewalk and then a hasty third attempt, without any of the fine tuning, the eyeing of distance between my body and the wall. Without listening too hard, I still hear the crack of my shin. See the flap....and through the blood, the bone.
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