the best things in life aren’t things
August 6, 2008 at 12:57 pm , by Haley
To whom it may concern:
I had a very human experience in Chicago this past weekend. To tell you the story, though, is a chore. I’ve been tongue-tied– I’ve been short of word. I must have written the events down twenty times by now, and not a single time have I done myself justice.
So I’ll put it simply:
Riding the el
running on
M U S I C
this bottle, it tumbles
it finds my feet
[I'm magnetic and you know it]
so I tap it
it falls against
a l t e r n a t i n g
shoes
[my own]
giggling
I look and she smiles and
skootches
closer to the edge of the seat
so her toes can
t
o
u
c
h
the floor
Suddenly I'm knocking around
this r
o
l
l
i
n
g
bottle
with this beautiful
little girl
smile
kick
smile
kick
baby-
-basically
[and you don't know it
yet]
but this is as good
as today is gonna get
so lap up your
moments
and don't
waste
a
drop
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by Nicholas J. Krut » Blog Archive » the best things in life aren’t things
On August 6, 2008 at 2:10 pm
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