Beatnik's Log: IX

Whew! Thanks be to 'the up above' for yet another day passing. I wondered if I'd make it past the great divide and into Newfoundland before the sun set into the slender line that we see decline into the other side of the as-far-as-the-eyes-can-see. Oh, lazy Saturday's and endless forbodings for what none has yet to speak. Where did you spend your afternoon? In the crook of the two-armed tree in the yard with the smell of the sprinklers so sharp? or in amputated willow branch thingy under the blue painted boards? I think I see a different pattern, Lo, a differnt pattern.