mrs. leew

tonight i rode home, the long way, in a borrowed station wagon with the windows down... conscious of everything. thinking about all the secrets i have, all the secrets i have had... all the secrets i have not kept... there's a lot there.

there is this house on the south-west part of town that has a red door... with a bundle of indian corn tacked to the front. what if martin luther decided instead to nail autumn decorations to the doors' of churches? how different would things be?

tonight, i played hookey - that's a secret. a selfish one --

november 3rd. my, how fast time is flitting by... bon voyage, time. be sure to write. tell me all the things i'm missing.