(after comment by Hawksley Workman, 8:30 a.m. Sunday, Sept. 4, guest-hosting for Molly Johnson)
If you saw your friends with
the latest geometry set
you knew they'd talked
their parents into it
or something along those lines was the comment Workman made, and he's right. We needed those oblique accessories like a golfer needs the wider bag. Those mini pencils, size of a bullet. We needed fine muscles on the upper tenth of thumb and index finger on in my case the right hand. For running the compass. And of course with the protractor (or proto-tractor), properly deployed, you were at the one true center, where the shadow meets the wall, the yellow leaf the green.
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Just dropped by to see if in your Retro phase you had converted to Birdism... (Yes, I've been reading Brenda's blog, and your poems linked from it.)
Sure have. I went on at length about pigeons last year, but that ended when I tried out a certain UN-sanctioned electrical device.
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