Lopsided strides along an avenue as yet unmarked seemed to updend her usual rhythms, as if the sea being nearer to the horizon than in her old neighborhood which was less expensive but farther from the classroom was a factor in her unbalanced approaches, lately.
Or is it WERE a factor?
At any rate, the beginning and ends of the streets were line with maples and hyacinth, a clashing of breeds and flowers and seasonality, and she found navigating such a prism of springtime just slightly disconcerting, if not downright disheartening for the rest of the streets walked down, mostly.
Sauntering with friends could end in a dish of waffles or a local spate of varietals, and it wasn't until mentions was made of a destination that the tall embattled rockpile became important, as it blocked out morning sunshine and gave the faint illusion of battles once mounted in lieu of breakfast, neither won nor lost, and yet claimed to be thus by both sides, alternately.
One wishes for the craziest of resolutions when on such a journey, but it is not to be had, for the striding and sauntering and battling and muttering of the mainsail dug out far more than it was wont to, firmament being uppermost in the annals of history, thoughtful reparations to the injured party, and subsequent letters of intent, written from the heart but also political in nature, unfortunately.
One also wishes for restraint in such missives, and requests it often both directly and indirectly, but once again the tin ear of the solstice doesn't happen to always transmogrify, and we are left with a faint murmur when once a roar would have ensued, triumphantly.
Fields Where Once Elision was Desired
ReplyDeleteLopsided strides along an avenue as yet unmarked seemed to updend her usual rhythms, as if the sea being nearer to the horizon than in her old neighborhood which was less expensive but farther from the classroom was a factor in her unbalanced approaches, lately.
Or is it WERE a factor?
At any rate, the beginning and ends of the streets were line with maples and hyacinth, a clashing of breeds and flowers and seasonality, and she found navigating such a prism of springtime just slightly disconcerting, if not downright disheartening for the rest of the streets walked down, mostly.
Sauntering with friends could end in a dish of waffles or a local spate of varietals, and it wasn't until mentions was made of a destination that the tall embattled rockpile became important, as it blocked out morning sunshine and gave the faint illusion of battles once mounted in lieu of breakfast, neither won nor lost, and yet claimed to be thus by both sides, alternately.
One wishes for the craziest of resolutions when on such a journey, but it is not to be had, for the striding and sauntering and battling and muttering of the mainsail dug out far more than it was wont to, firmament being uppermost in the annals of history, thoughtful reparations to the injured party, and subsequent letters of intent, written from the heart but also political in nature, unfortunately.
One also wishes for restraint in such missives, and requests it often both directly and indirectly, but once again the tin ear of the solstice doesn't happen to always transmogrify, and we are left with a faint murmur when once a roar would have ensued, triumphantly.