Thursday, August 02, 2012

The Moon and Bear Hugs

Yesterday I bought a box of colour pencils and drew a moon buggy. 
Outside the wind blew through the trees, over a lake, and up rocky mountains. 
Most days I laugh at my own jokes, and spoon clouds into my mouth. 
I imagine rain coming and going as frequent as I lift a can of cold beer to my lips. 
Today I will paint a mural on a bicycle and the tyres will leave marks and patterns 
as if they were tracks left on the moon.  

Physical Contact 
You say you want to hug a bear.
I laugh and say, “You cannot hug a bear without it ripping you apart.”
And you say, “At least there's contact.”

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