Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The butterflies

This poem has been taken down for submission to a publication. Apologies for the inconvenience.






Photo by David R. Tribble (a.k.a. Loadmaster)



        Can you think of a time when you were able to witness something rare (be it beautiful or destructive) just by being the right place at the right time?

2 comments:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Ah, I remember that day. That was a nice note to end on. :)

Alexis said...

one evening when i was walking to your house from getting chips n gravy, i stopped to fix my insoles and right when i looked up i saw a shooting star. i had to stare up at the sky for a little while to make sure it wasn't an airplane. prolly the only time i'll ever see one in the city.