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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