December 2011
31 posts
trading integrity for security
“Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know...”
– Bob Dylan - Positively 4th Street
after years
Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid into the sea. An ancient oak fell in the Cumberlands, holding only a handful of leaves, and an old woman scattering corn to her chickens looked up for an instant. At the other side of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times the size of our own sun exploded and vanished, leaving a small green spot...
And so he loved music more than me, loved work more than me, loved money more than me, loved her more than me. And I loved him more than me.