Friday, March 05, 2004

Diary Entries

A black cat blessed my path,
then I was crossed by a train.
Crossed by a north-bound train.

The rain started last night.
Lightening killed my phone
and DVD. Stormy day.

Cloudy morning. Take traditional work route
which zig-zags on the edge of down-town.
I pass the homeless marching, as if in war.
For similar quotidian musings, please see Ms. Mambrina's "3 o'clock in the morning" at The Forge.

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