Some goldfinches were having a melodious argument at the edge of a puddle. The birds wanted to bathe, or perhaps just to dip their heads and look at themselves, and they were having trouble with who should be first, and so on. So they discussed it while I stood in the distance, listening. Perhaps in Tibet, in the old holy places, they also have such fragile bells. Or are these birds really just that, bells come to us--come to this road in America--let us bow our heads and remember now how we used to do it, say a prayer. Meanwhile the birds bathe and splash and have a good time. Then they fly off, their dark wings opening from their bright, yellow bodies; their tiny feet, all washed, clasping the air.
I'm ready. Let's get out of this mess. I always promised myself that when the time was right, I'd do travel nursing in warm climes. The time may soon be right.
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ReplyDeleteDe-Nile, for me, would be to order anything alcoholic at my corner of the bar..... In fact, I wouldn't sit at the bar (icky smoker there). I'd order a virgin marguerita or a non-alcoholic beer and head out to the white sand!
ReplyDeletein Romania it's tottaly different :((
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