leaves swept together

March 10, 2009 | Filed Under ordinary 

march, and, a few enthusiastic trees in full white bloom, early, like brides who buy their dresses long before they should.  the windows in the house that open, are open.  the breeze blows through and papers flutter and flap away.  lola is sleeping, a long morning in the sand, lunch, the irksome change of time helping her sleep deep and long under a blue blanket in the boys’ bed.  there’s a bird yelling at someone just outside the door.  the cat flicks his tail and listens from the laundry room.  i’m annoyed with the cat for digging in the trash at night, for scratching the baby, for pawing at the screen too early in the morning.

i sat on a blanket and watched the boys work together to dig a deep hole.  they are strong and they work hard to do what they love.  lola plunks bark, sticks, the silver glitter of white sand into a bucket and tells me about it.  i watch and the wind could almost blow me away, the sun golden on my arms and shoulders.

all night long when we sleep the pillows are cold from the air.  in the morning lola hugs my face hard and climbs from the bed to find brothers in the next room.  i could sleep the day away on a cold white pillow in the morning air.  we make coffee and jude dresses to play outside.

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