22.9.17



MyGawd
      what a dandy

he didnt have to see himhe caught a glimpsea wind of him at his peripheral above the leading edge of the book he held in his hands as he walked

he restrained himselflet his sensesthe nerveendings of his consciousness inform him 


sometimes you dont have to see to see



he could feel his swayswish not overt

he could hear his heels strike the pavement like those of a high-heeled woman in a tightfitting skirt that restricted her stride and set her cadance  their sharpspiked reports

the man walked quicker than he busybusy busy(theres something to be said about reading a book while walking -- everyone walks away from you) 

soon the tat tat tat was only an echo relived by his memory 
                                             and soon its elements were lost to the warm scented breeze traffics mulling and a ginger woodpecker mad at a live oak tree
    

1321,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  20  9. 17