A contagious confluence, metaphorical hydraulics in chronofluidity, multiple rippling effects.

Location: Lawrence, Kansas

Tuesday, May 10, 2005


I don’t like, she said, the tall
trees here stealing my
horizon. Spoken, I thought, like
a daughter of the plains, transplanted
more than once but
not rooted yet, or not
ready to admit it. And here
the horizon still pushes up over
the treetops, and the roots strain and
pull in against the earth’s spin, and I
decide to stay one more day.