Friday, December 5, 2008

Don't Be Such A Melancholy Bitch At 10am

I wake up to rain. The padlock on my window rusts a little faster. Perhaps one day it will rust through and I might open the anti-theft bars to let in the 7 story tree that I stare at each day.

The rain continues. The rain slows. The rain nearly stops and I know that if I look out my window and down to the street I'll see all the pollution it has picked up making sick little rivers. The construction sounds start again. It's 10:16am.

My friend, the tree outside the window, is looking fresh and clean. There are clustered buds of will-be flowers growing between the leaves. It will bloom for the Spring festival, perhaps in yellow or red.

But I've never seen bees here. All the hummingbirds are kept in cages.

4 comments:

Trekkie Sex said...

i love this. one million times over.

kaare.iverson said...

Thanks Trekkie Sex...I still need to revise it a bit..it needs to sound more desperate, I think

samantha said...

It's beautiful Kaare.

I can't say more, or even decifer why. My mind is a jumbled mess of nonsense right now, so I hope this is okay.

kaare.iverson said...

haha, thanks for the compliment. I keep coming back to this theme over and over...I think that says something