Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Same crows, same blue hour, less active tonight. Miserably hanging in the treetops spotlit by the
frozen silver moon. Eight degrees.
Sam survived the removal of a tooth from the center of his pallet today. The kid is a shark. A brave shark eating soft foods for the next few days. Eight years old.
Posted by Glen Green at 3:26 PM
Monday, December 28, 2009
Just after dusk, a moment before night?
Over Webster Square, right now,
not just a murder, but a swirling emergency of crows.
Must be hundreds of them blowing around up there.
At work, the room seems filled with drug addicts - loud, desperate, demanding instant relief.
A kid is lying ventilated upstairs, shot by police on the holiday weekend.
It's a bad idea to show them a knife, no matter how crazy you feel,
even if it Christmas.
A river of children come through the doors all day long marking the official end of the Christmas Truce.
This wind is very cold tonight. Truly fierce suddenly.
Posted by Glen Green at 5:09 PM
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